On a tactile level, we are reminded of the common experience of salt in this poem by Amy McCann. How it cures and crimps, the taste of tears on your face or floating, mouth open and vulnerable, in the sea. We are also introduced to a complicated voice who describes herself as “The lick I […]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2018/03/poetry-friday-salt-wife/
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