CC#18: On the Many Forms of Salt
It's not real chemistry (or even science at all) but in the kitchen we call it home cuisine
ON THE MANY FORMS OF SALT
Tell me I ruined your life. I’ll take it with a pinch of sodium cyanide. Won’t bat an eye, God forbid I shed a tear. Ask me to untie the medical restraints through lips so dry they look newsworthy. Tell me it’s not you, it’s the disorder and let the absolution wash over you. Tell me you don’t know how to love me. Tell me it’s not my job to fix you. Watch me meltdown into a biohazard, hot in the worst possible sense, hot like molten salt, absolutely bleeding heat like a uranium core. Tell me you are slowly dissolving like solid minerals in scalding water I can drink to understand your suffering. I’ll pinch my nose as your fingers work the liquid down my throat and together we can watch the skin slough off your hands. Drink as if we could stomach each other, as if I could actually hold you down with mere words, dry lips, sweaty palms, the roof of my mouth blown off at the hinges. I tell you to calm down one more time. You dare me to say that one more time. Just one more load of salt from the mines. Just one more load of salt.
“I’ll pinch my nose as your fingers work
the liquid down my throat and together
we can watch the skin slough off your hands.”
Yes yes yes