Salt

I dreamt of salt

and woke with my mouth watering.

I dreamt of salt

and awoke in a blanket of sweat

and the scent of the sea

clogging my nostrils.

I dreamt of salt

and woke up bitter.

Letting The Sunshine In

Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path

And my windows are stark in comparison

Too high to show into my soul

Where my bare windows make more sense:

That heat pooling in at 4 in the afternoon

Falls directly on my sorrows

And is the only thing that reminds me of home.