Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Posts tagged “salt

God’s Softer Side

he kisses me when my nose is snotty,

and doesn’t mind if his face gets wet.

when he’s thirsty, he drinks my tears,

exchanges sugar for salt.

he grabs my love handles

and tickles my stomach,

reminds me that i am not fat,

but blessed.

Crush Haiku

i crush on you like
salt under tires and boots.
i hope you don’t break.