Love Like Salt By Lisel Mueller It lies in our hands in crystals too intricate to decipher It goes into the skillet without being given a second thought It spills on the floor so fine we step all over it We carry a pinch behind each eyeball It breaks out on our foreheads We store it inside our bodies in secret wineskins At supper, we pass it around the table talking of holidays and the sea.

Love Like Salt 

By Lisel Mueller 


It lies in our hands in crystals 
too intricate to decipher 


It goes into the skillet 
without being given a second thought 


It spills on the floor so fine 
we step all over it 


We carry a pinch behind each eyeball 


It breaks out on our foreheads 


We store it inside our bodies 
in secret wineskins 


At supper, we pass it around the table 
talking of holidays and the sea.