SALT

She chose to put it in the
"go only if you dare" pile,
and speak only with a Mona Lisa smile.
Strange days were coming.
"I am trying to sound calm,"
she thought,
but giggling all the time.
"A chijuajuah more like it,"
she thought.
And she tugged at her hair
pulled at her clothes
tried to keep warm
tried to stop shivering
feelling so nervous
and covered in offerings
but then
the blister pops
and you forget the fool in you
enjoying
the salted tides
that come to wash you out again.

She's very quiet when she's alone,
truth be told.