I felt like crying
The salt caved in,
Crumbled beneath my hand.
And it felt like one of those things
That was bound to happen
A certain inevitability.
My eyes closed
Like I’m supposed to mourn for salt
Like I’m supposed to grieve for salt
Like I’m supposed to weep for salt
My eyes closed
And my hands tried to piece things
together again
Salt on salt
Eating away at the pointer finger
On my right hand,
Skin shredded,
Salt eating
Anyways, the tears never came
I guess they were never coming
I guess this was always going to happen.
Kind of like I was always going to kiss him
I was always going to leave him
And I was always going to become something else
I was always going to become something broken
As if you could become something broken
As if you could choose the breaking,
Predict it
Anticipate it
As if there would ever be a moment
Where you weren’t at the work table
Carving salt
Carving salt and
Carving salt
And breaking salt
As if there would ever be a moment
Something would break without your permission.