cigarette smoke, plumes, ghosts rising
herbs from the garden, mint, thai basil, freshly watered during the evening, perfume the air, delicate against the burnt tobacco smell
wasting away, waning
as youth moves farther and farther away
there is no replenishing
innocence
replacing saltwater with a dry sea bed
salt
the best flavor enhancer
the taste of tears. of padaek.
pack it into wounds if you will.
extra salt for the smokers. extra salt for the martyrs.
they’re one and the same here.
Musings 