Salt

I dreamt
I swallowed the ocean
Or it swallowed me
My throat a pillar of salt
I joined my ancestors
On peaks above the jungle
They left me to watch
And to remember
But salt burns the living
In a thousand tiny cuts
Like the lime juice
My grandmother
Washes over her hands
To slow the marks of age
The freckles passed down to me
Fading into brown skin
Till the sun calls
I will not forget
I shout

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