Salt

Salt
 
I survive without sugar, but cannot live without --

My dolphin...
when you are less than sweet with me
I imagine an ocean of Coca-Cola.
Uninhabitable.

It is proven. Iron will rust in it.
Blue, or even dark green, is always better than brown.
Carbon dioxide pushing everything to the surface?
Strangers popping the tab?

I am able to hear everything you are saying.
Imagine what everyone else has to drink.
At your meanest. Your saddest. I envy no one.
Because I alone, kiss those eyelids, teeming with

-- salt.

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