Saltwater Song from Cherry Tree by Good F*ck

Ok, go ahead

Don’t look at me
I want to do what I want to do
(I want to do what I want to do)

I literally couldn’t hear you
(I literally couldn’t hear you)


He sings a spell
Salt rushes away
When the water goes down
(I want to do what I want)

Kinds of salt drown us
(Scarcely pausing for breath)
Kinds of salt do not
(Upon the sand)
Salt
(Brine springs, brackish water, rock salt)
I don’t know when he sleeps

We each wait for the other to speak first

We think we live by keeping our salt caught in the trap of our hearts, but it floats up
But it floats up through our faces from the inside like a salt filling an aquarium when we talk about ____


Salt abandones itself.
Salt does not.
(I cover my eyes)
We don’t know if the sea was always salted and if so why


I thought I saw salt

I don’t care if it’s dumb
I remember a boy always punching himself in the head

I think about you every day
Salt


Surfaced sacred salt from the sea
Aroused a sleeping sense of floating
Untied my false starts
Unmelted my night
Unflooded this mind
Unsalted these eyes

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