River Salt | Susan Melinda Dunlap | The Piltdown Review

River Salt

River Salt

the river running through my mouth

bypassed my heart

the tongue dried up

only salt left behind the rim of the glass

the tonic water emptied

how many surgeries did it take?

I waited in the hospital’s bad lighting

bad food not tasted

but devoured the cat

liked the mice maybe

or maybe not  



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