By Gigi Krembs
What is this salt on the tip of my tongue?
It stings with the wound filled with sand, each grain scalped into my skin Is it this heart, confined in my rib cage
Or maybe it’s this uneasy fly, wandering around in the glass you left.
What is this sugar sitting on top of my lips?
Could it be the blue goosebumps of a pig
I guess it is the glaciers that melts with milk
Or my reflection in your dark round pupil.
What is this honey that sprouts from my teeth?
Intertwined yarn wrapped around our hands
Or maybe it is the joy of celebrating a candle that has never been lit Is it the haunted mouths filled with dahlias.
Could it be snow on snow.
Or ice on ice.
Is it your sugar on mine
And my honey on yours
Or maybe it’s the dream of salt on salt.
Author Bio
Gigi Krembs
Gigi Krembs is a junior studying English with a concentration in creative writing at the University of San Diego. Her poetry draws readers into richly textured worlds, weaving themes of memory, heritage, and sensory depth. In “Whispers of the Taj,” she explores intergenerational bonds and the delicate interplay of memory, while “Salt on Salt” delves into the complex, layered nature of human connection. Her work reflects a curiosity about identity and emotion, blending vivid imagery with introspective reflection. Gigi dedicates her work to exploring the artistry of language and the nuances of human experience, using her unique voice to bridge personal experience with universal emotions.