By Mary Rawson

“Speaking of bisexuality (which we weren’t), that’s how
I identify.
Please pass the salt.”
The salt stands rigid on the mahogany table,
in its green and yellow capsule,
unable to believe she has finally come out with it.
The salt has seen it all,
watched her tears fall,
as she sat at the table alone,
the only witness to her nightly whisperings
‘What’s wrong with me?
I kissed Leo,
I kissed Kate,
what on earth
will become my fate?’
It is lifted
and passed to her,
the now weeping girl.
‘I will always love you, whomever you love,’
says the mother
and the salt feels her tears fall
on its green and yellow capsule
and knows now
the lonely vigil it has kept with the girl
is over.
It will wait
until late
when the girl
making popcorn
will use it,
the salt,
to
service her celebration.

Mary, a New Zealander, enjoys writing stories and poems about bisexuality and has a novel published called All of Us, which has bisexual main characters.

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