(Whether I am like you or you are like me does not matter,

one of us should stop)

You are the blood of me: somehow a whole heart.

Rising and red and smoking, motionless on a steel top table. (I 

have never been a cadaver but I would like to be)

but I am Lot's wife: a quiet, a crater.

I turned back for the salt of you.

I saw your face, and I loved you when you smiled.