Secret Salt

Creepy Little Poem #56

You know, salt brings out the taste in food,

throw some in those noodles.

Pink Himalayan in a wide glass jar,

or sodium chloride in a swimming pool,

poor imitation of the ocean

and blood in our veins,

(I should donate),

but instead I look over my shoulder-

when you don’t see,

so that small pinch hits the floor behind me,

and hopefully you didn’t notice

the faint white trail I left last night

at the entrance to our door.

Author’s Note:

I think we all have secret little things we do when someone isn’t looking, whether that is to look both ways an extra time before crossing an intersection or placing an object ritually in a particular place, as if that action will keep cosmic order in balance. On the other hand, I did know someone who believed in the “superstition” of a black cat crossing his path, and then died the next evening.

photo by cottonbro studio