Monday, September 8, 2008


on bland meat,
in the little cut on my hand
gargling when I have a cold
the tin canned beans.
The story of my friend who baked
cookies and added two cups
salt instead of sugar.
margarita glass rim
baking soda tooth paste
soy sauce, beef bullion cubes,
the shaker with holes one size too big—
having to warn my guests every time!
salt shaker collections at yard sales, chipped.
high blood pressure, eat less
French dip sandwiches
just a dash—
in this recipe
enough to bring out the

the deer with the broken leg
in the city, limping
her fawns following behind.
she licks the salt block in our
after the thunderstorm.

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