Tuesday, November 30, 2021

SALT

A poem worth its salt 
instructs

because it doesn't. 
Its words are false 
culprits 

whose vices 
are all too real.

Recall how a meal
is coerced 
to taste less bitter

when a brackish tang 
makes neutral 
seem sweet;

by such oblique action, 
each line teaches 

not what, 
but how—

and how much—
to feel.