I taste the edges of my mouth and find salt to flavor my supper.
I shake my head and silver salt flakes from my hair.
My black jeans look wintry with a white rime on the cuffs.
On the beach all the dogs lick me with the small red rags of their tongues.
If I lived by the sea forever, I’d wear a garland of salt crystals.
I’d walk in a cloud of salt and salt would be my sister.