Daddy’s thump fills the cracks in my morals.
His voice plays the bass to my thoughts.
“Don’t trust the man who salts his food before tasting”
“But why?” runs unanswered on the loop in my brain.
You set out a picnic to eat on soggy grass,
and amongst turkey sandwiches
lays a shaker of salt.
I beg in my mind that you’ll bite before seasoning,
and panic soon fills the wind at the picnic,
as I painfully watch your generous sprinkle.
Frustrated questioning busts from my mouth
“Why do you salt prior to tasting??”
Could this be the man my dad warned me about?
Are you the untrustworthy taster?
A smile that thinks I should know better comes,
and your hand moves a stressed windswept lock from my eye.
“My love, I made lunch for your delicate taste buds,
wouldn’t dream of offending your sweet mouth with salt.”
and silence then follows, the bass line has ended.
Dad’s thump is now gone from my thoughts.
The “why?” loop is answered, and peaceful sighs follow,
we laugh as we love through our lunch.
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Submission Name: Untrustworthy salt
