Salt {Poetry}

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Salt

BY MELISSA BRODER

How can you go swimming in another human being?

I am swimming and asking for light.

Once I paddled into dust and fucking

and the horsemen and ruin

and the poisonous hollows of a projected blue eye

and cracked my skull on all and caught more disease

in my already dread mind and entered the medicines

of no human power, the forests of disappearing moans,

which were rich in sap but lacked dissolve

fertilized against my own swimming nature, Aleph

I am swimming for you now and I don’t care.

When you leave the forest you do not become the ocean

and I have become the desert trying to swim in the ocean

and knowing this, carrying the forest floor in a sweet wood coffin

and the blackbrush and rocks, the yucca and cacti of receded oceans,

which were never oceans at all or there would have been shells on the sand,

they only looked like oceans in my thirst, I cut the old horizon

with a sword you have given and I gut the heavens

and bleed their light and swim in that.

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