Salt,
like a womb
like half a wound
caked
around a gutted
scaled salmon.
And salmon,
the red half of living,
caked in salt,
downriver,
down oven,
before the claw,
before the causeway,
before the rare preferred
flake.
And flake,
crystalline,
salt and hard water,
flesh
tender as forks
misguidance
and salvation.
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Damn!! Such an interesting point of view! 🔥🔥🔥
Thank you so much. D
Wow! Your writing is amazing, Devon!❤️
Thank you TG. You are very kind. D
You’re welcome!❤️