*salt*

salt, from a long time ago

mlb 2/26/17

kneel not in his doorway for one more moment

push back from his table with both hands

topple the salt shaker

shatter the now empty "I'm sorry" vase

and spill the remains of his gin

noisily drag the chair out from the corner and across the floor

duck as the bottles begin to fly
grab your jacket & keys

then make for the nearest unlocked door

pause only a second under the weight of your doubt on the bottom step
as he follows you down

hurling words like bricks into the night
his shadow above you acidic and dark

but tonight, clear the sky

kick the prickling shrugs from your path

slam shut the garden gate

breaking down the strangling vines as you go

tonight you can walk out of Gomorrah

and tomorrow you can replace the gin