Jan Wiezorek: Mutilations from Salt
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Salt Marsh

 

When we desire east,

but eclipse direction,

 

we become as spirits

invading a saltbox;

 

flung toward

pale windows of home.

 

Our floors set upon lengths

of silica and whitewash.

 

We’ve landed on a marsh,

inventing grasses,

 

standing wobbling, 

holding poems

 

like crystals painted

on my palms.

 

One hand brushes

the other, as salt (a poultice

 

of words that season

thoughts) vanishes.

 

Someone judges,

but our clouds of burden

 

mean nothing other

than other. We lick

 

their salty tears,

breathe brine,

 

and forget the nouns.

Time was when

 

we could lean

on each other,

 

and cough up

mutilations from salt.


Jan Wiezorek has taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and his poetry has appeared or is forthcoming at The London Magazine, Southern Pacific Review, Better Than StarbucksScarlet Leaf Review, Bindweed MagazineStraylight Literary Magazine, Literary JuiceElsewhereFIVE:2:ONE, Random Sample, Squawk BackTuck MagazinePanoplyzine, andSchuylkill Valley Journal. He is author of Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011) and holds a master's degree in English Composition/Writing from Northeastern Illinois University, Chicago. Visit him at janwiezorek.weebly.com