Dearest Pillow of Salt

A Poem by Kadi

Pillow of salt, there’s something you must know
For I trust to tell who can muffle so well
I am at fault for these nightly rainshows
Soaking you in hope of pretty pastels

There’s a girl, you see, who loves through her word
When her letters arrive, rare as they do
My patience has brought that messenger bird
“Such pretty papers!”, I scream into you

Written is inflorescence, grown for me
Let’s wait at the window, stiff on the chair
Another will come, at last you’ll be free
She’ll send us gardenia gifts to share

Pillow, I’ve cried thirty-one nights since then
Pillow, I’ll cry thirty-one nights again