It has been four months since I tasted the salt of my tears.
And yet, my face steamed and contorted involuntarily, squeezing outthe great Salt Lake as I tumbled from my tangled sheets and awoke to a weeping sky. Maybe it was from the beer yesterday, drunk with the intent to wash down bitter thoughts and hurt feelings, allowing a deep sleep to take over for the moment, but unearthing a deeper root system of forgotten love.
.......an hour ago.......
The noon approached a little too quickly. The sun sped up to the sky and taunted us as we shuttled over to my therapist near the draped corners of the city.....
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