salt reductions

yesterday, in the moments between sanity
which came as sharp and steady
as shouting a curse word to match every left foot fall
of an endless walk,
i realized that it's impossible to separate lives into respective cardboard boxes --
even with the aid of family members,
foul smelling permanent markers,
and endless streams of translucent packing tape.
it's been a long time since i've wanted to curl up in a ball
and let myself cry over the line and into ridiculous
it's been awhile since i've wanted someone to tell me that's okay.