Morton Salt Girl Poem by nathan martin

Morton Salt Girl

Rating: 5.0


morton salt girl crying in the rain
frailly under her umbrella,
with dry salt for tears.

you were supposed to season
my world

instead you preserved
my hearts wound fresh
with your course words.

salt....ash.....gravestone....
tombstone...
darkness of death
valleys of night

these are the foot printed
bones that form the ressurection
of my burdened lazarus returning to you

the right side of the bed
with my head imprint
still on the pillow

come closer she says
my morton salt girl

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