Dissolve

I may have broken the tablet of salt,
But you mixed it with water; it’s your fault.
You put salt in water, see all dissolve.
For me to drink dry that, what will it solve?
The blind bitterness you have given me
As I swallow bold from the old, cold cup.
What else will you serve; what else will I sup?
Best for the salt to be an injection.
Dry my blood, practicing petrifaction.
I’ll wash out our glass after I’m done
‘Til the streaks are none, ‘til the stains are gone.
Maybe you should clean the glass ‘til it’s clear.
You may scour it with my salty tears.