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.