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Tiffany Norman
Poems
Mar 2013
The Salt
It’s open
but you don’t notice.
You land on me
everyday.
Flying through the room
like salt thrown over a shoulder.
Burrowing inside crevices of my skin.
Why are you sharpening yourself.
salt, superstition, crevice, skin, sharpening
Written by
Tiffany Norman
Houston, TX
(Houston, TX)
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