Lovely women, blatantly beautiful men - Vla, Andrea, what is this coincidence that finds LC message board poets burning and hurting and going round the bend? I know the cure - Salt! Briney olives in freezing cold vodka might make you feel younger, might make you start dancing again, might make you create your own salty/sweet sweat. But it probably won't break your fever or ease your aching muscles. I've been sitting in front of this flaming monitor editing Indian/Government documents that weigh more than my dog for so damn long I don't even know if it's day or night. My back hurts, my eyes burn with an activists radical feminine fever and I know the only way I've survived is Salt! No, not the briney vermouth saturated olive but ordinary Epsom salt in a bath so hot every tense flexor unfolds and like an exorcism sucks this ache from my soul and siphons it down the tub drain. Any salt will do but the salt of your tears.
Shall we dance...? |