squirts of saltwater
finally flow out my dried fingertips
i thought they'd closed up.
like everyone let their navels
after we were seventeen.

well mine's still open.

i'm salting the keys
because you evoked
the tears in my eyes
and the only way to
push out salinity
in any guise of constructivity
is to sprinkle sodium on 26 letters.
one by one
to peace?