Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Hunting Goldfish

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is nothing like hunting snipe,
though I would if my autistic son
would eat them. These are real. Specific
flavor: extreme cheddar and pretzel
mix-up adventures. In the fishbowl
of five supermarkets, I cast my line,
wallet as live bait, beg clerks to check
the stockroom when I come up
with empty shelves.


April Salzano’s poetry, essays, and fiction have appeared in journals such as Rattle, The Write Place at the Write Time, The Moon Magazine, and The Camel Saloon. She also serves as co-editor at Kind of a Hurricane Press and lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two sons. She is currently working on a memoir on raising a child with autism.


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