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  • WILLIS GILLIARD

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Sometimes you have to use your last dollar seventy-five for a ride.

Because sleeping on the bus is better than sleeping outside.

I don’t know how I got here, Lord knows I tried.

Fast food, grocery, coffee shops I applied.

I know my application was left on the side.

When you see me does it remind you of the economic class divide?

When you tell me “last stop” I could’ve cried.

Freezing on the street waiting for the next ride.

Because sleeping on the bus is better than sleeping outside.



Poem: WILLIS GILLIARD is a photographer born and raised in Saint Paul.

Art: LEANN E. JOHNSON has been creating art (illustration, graphic design, and tile art) for more than twenty years. A resident of Minneapolis, she has illustrated for publications like Saint Paul Almanac and The New York Times. For more information, visit her website: lea-way.com.



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