Love Like Salt
It
lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher
It goes into
the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the
floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each
eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our
bodies
in secret wineskins
At supper, we pass it around the table
talking of holidays and the sea.
~ Lisel Mueller ~
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