Poetry

Sale

by Letizia Mariani

Living on the cusp
of sodium and ascension is licking the ocean
off your lips and tasting eighty degrees.

Or finding it                   to be a cheap alternative of itself past customs
                                         when seeking salt in a department store on Black Friday.

The muscle that savors with its soft moisture is supposedly the
strongest in the body.
It twists like a wounded worm and speaks the paradox.

Language is the death of fluidity; the ground I stand on, the
terminator of infinite speech.

Appeared in Issue Fall '20