Today's poem is by Mikko Harvey
I was tossing a ball up and down while my mother
explained the series of events that led her to this town.
At one point as a girl she had to wake up each morning
for a year and pretend to be herself. At one point
as a girl she found a drowned man in the creek behind
her parents' house. Even then, she understood life
was a test, so she placed a single cloudberry like a little
crown on the dead man's thumb, and never told
anyone what she had seenuntil now, telling me.
Copyright © 2017 Mikko Harvey All rights reserved
from West Branch
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