Ninoshka

I have a young friend named Annie whom I've known since she was a 'lil girl age 5. She used to perform with Big City Orchestra and the Haters. She's all "growed-up" now, is attending college, has recently visited Thailand and has a LiveJournal (so I just found out from her mum). I've been thoroughly enjoying reading through it...

Here's a poem Annie found that I think is quite delightful:



I'm in Love with the Morton Salt Girl
by Richard Peabody

I'm in love with the Morton salt girl.
I want to pour salt in her hair and watch
her dance. I want to walk her through the
salt rain and pretend that it is water. I want to
get lost in the Washington Cathedral and follow her
salt trail to freedom.

I want to discover her salt lick in the forests of Virginia.
I want to stand in line for hours to see her walk on in
the middle of a movie only to have the film break and watch salt
pour out and flood the aisles. I want to sit in an empty theater
up to my eyeballs in salt and dream of her.

When I go home she will be waiting for me in her white dress
and I will drink salt water and lose my bad dreams.
I will seek the blindness of salt, salt down my wounds,
hang like a side of ham over the curtain rod in the bathroom
and let her pour salt directly on my body.

When she is done I will lick her salty lips with my tongue
and walk her down the stairs into the rain, wishing that I
could grow gills and bathe in her vast salt seas.