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SALT
On the boulevard, the Bradford pears release their petals; they spill like salt on the ground. My grandmother would have pinched up the granules, thrown them over her shoulder to fool the evil eye. My mother would have said Don't cry over what's spilled. When we were in Brittany, we saw les artisan paludiers harvest it by hand, marketed as fleur de sel, the flower of salt. When we poured my mother's ashes in the ocean, they ran through my hands like grains from a silver spout. On the blue canister in my kitchen, there's a little girl standing in the rain in a yellow dress, the same can of salt under her arm, open, running out, like those Dutch interiors repeating themselves in convex mirrors. Repeating like the bits of DNA in molecules that become the coins in our ovaries' purse, doled out month by month, drawn by the moon. Long ago, someone tipped some salt on a black skillet, and decided to call that spillage 'stars.'
first published in 5 AM, then Gold (Cascade Books, 2013)
Barbara Crooker
2018
Barbara Crooker is
the author of eight books of poetry;
Les
Fauves is the most recent.
Her work has appeared in many
anthologies, including
The
Bedford Introduction to Literature, Commonwealth: Contemporary
Poets on Pennsylvania, The Poetry of Presence
and Nasty Women: An Unapologetic Anthology of
Subversive Verse.
DRUG STORE, 1927
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