Sharon Suzuki-Martinez

Issue No. 9  •  April 2013


One day
I gave myself a gift certificate 
because who knows what I want?

One night
without thinking
I traded it for one hundred bridges.


We turn the house upside-down 
in search of our passports. 

A century passes
before we find them in the pages 
of our children.


Too many bridges to cross.

Paths like rotting smiles, rat-kissed
tatters swinging loose
in the maw of some river god.


It has always been this way--only
your voice carries me to the other side.