Oodgeroo Oodgeroo (paperbark tree, rooted in her name) blows her burdened words, out from under the shade of a white alias. A cyclone breath of black butterflies whisk over neon blue and rust as the skin of Australia peels back. A continent’s worth of dust rises, an empire’s worth of buried voices become storm. Sentences scratch at the borders of exile. The paperbark sheds her pages, letters arranged on painted placards, in poems, speeches—anywhere words will grow. Shoved under closed doors, shouted down paved streets. A demand: read me as a citizen of my own country! Cocooned in her name,…