Salt

Grain by grain, salt’s frozen tears

Help me count history’s disasters

I can’t blame salt for telling food

You’re full of wounds

Salt misses the freedom of the ocean

Remembering waves, salt jumps into a soup

But it finds there only my reflected face

It hides by making itself too soft to chew

Sometimes, salt follows a cold sweat

Waking me from a nightmare

Dreamed blood tastes like salt

As if in human failure lay the silence of God

Having swum in the ocean

Salt considers soup a shallow pond

For salt, every meal is a jail

One day, an extra salty flavor

Makes me cough and cough

It feels like cold fish bones scraping my throat

Maybe it’s salt telling me

I’m going to prison in your body

Don’t ever forget who I am!