Soup Is One Form of Salt Water

I am making borscht
please do not laugh at me
I seem to have ruined my soul
the quality of television programming
grows stronger all the time
soon we will live in the ocean
we will all return to the ocean
my hands are bright pink
like I have been applauding you for hours
my love for you is louder than I know
I saw a show last night
there were four thousand brides left in Iceland
I was laughing
but it was not funny
the brides looked embarrassed and cold
I must not wash anywhere but a tide pool
I must use starfish
to scrub at my hands
I am writing this to say
I am not leaving you forever
I am going to get better
and then I’ll come home