Gurry, guts, and halibut, a poem by fisherpoet Becky Haun | Alaska Gold Seafood

Gurry, guts, and halibut by becky kay haun in honor of the DECKHAND, male or female Gurry, guts, and halibut No shower for a week. Sand fleas in my belly button, I’m too tired to eat or sleep.   My wool socks stand in the corner. My long johns have faded green. Gurry, guts, and halibut Smells like money in my dreams.