Today's poem is by Lilian Ha
Between Jobs
Last spring, I barreled across the cascades
hungry for snow
and the slight weight of stream on my back.Bullying my way upriver, the rocks carving blister
over bruise, I cut my palm
on a small cliff's edge and pulled in wet skintrying to pall the fact that after all these years
I still don't know who to call
when the bills aren't paid and the salmon turn upopen mouthed at my door.
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from Sugar House Review
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