Life After Layoffs
There was no need to duck your head
when we saw you waitressing
in Waimanalo,
middle-aged and varicose-veined
working under the table for
tips so small they might be crumbs,
Just tell the driver,
I’ll pay next time,
take your seat on the bus.
We, too, remember
glossy brown hair.
glossy brown hair.
The beauty school will dye it for free on Tuesday.
Trish Saunders has published poems in Carcinogenic Poetry, Off the Coast Poetry Journal, Blast Furnace Press, and Vox Poetica; she has poems forthcoming in Seattle Poetry Bus. She lives in Honolulu, Hawaii.
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