Real Salt
Honoring the Dead
On this day of honoring the dead,
I offer you a spritz of your favorite rose facial mist
Pour your carnival glass full of organic sparkling apple cider
and offer you a brown rice mochi square
with melted butter,
a squeeze of local honey
and a pinch of your favorite “real salt”
On your birthday this year,
Manny asked what your favorite dessert was
and it brought back the memory
of the sweet and salty chewy mochi treats
that you would puff on the George Foreman grill after dinner
There was never any fake salt allowed in our home,
only the real deal
When I left for college dorm room life,
you packed me a portable salt holder for my purse
and for a year I shamelessly sprinkled it on hard boiled eggs and
the few edible vegetables I’d find at the dining hall stations
You’d be proud to know that we still stock our cupboard
with a full shaker of real salt,
equipped with the deep blue lid that crunches between sea granules
Plus a clear bulk Natural Grocers back up bag in the pantry
for the tragic moment when it runs out
Salt was always your favorite spice
and I loved the way it jazzed up your sliced avocado
scrambled eggs,
pressure cooked brown rice,
and grilled salmon
Maybe I’m still replenishing the salt that I lost
from all the tears I cried after you died
I think my salty appetite keeps me nourished
It keeps flavor in my life
and on my tongue
Thank you for giving me my taste for salt
Not the iodized table kind,
but the real shit.
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May you have a blessed Samhain honoring the dead and cherishing the living.
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This piece was written with a prompt given by the beautiful Mirabai Starr at our virtual Writing Across the Veil gathering.



"Maybe I’m still replenishing the salt that I lost
from all the tears I cried after you died" - this line!