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Sodium

by Chris Sorrenti


one day
I won’t show up for work
sans call in sick
family - 9-1-1 contacted

and upon the fire department
breaking down my door
no rigor mortis - pile of bones
on the floor
only a mound of white powder

the product of decades
of peanuts and potato chips
beer - MSG dedication
any moisture I once contained
smiling from the ceiling

sans suicide note
just an SOS...
“on your way out, please be kind
and refill the salt shaker!”

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11/04/2017

Posted on 11/04/2017
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/06/17 at 01:10 AM

Excellent humor aside from the serious salt sucking salivating going on here. Thanks, Chris.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/07/17 at 01:38 PM

In a world at present, dispirited and gloom ridden, it is good to see you in good humor, Chris. Keep up the wonderful writing.

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