The table’s got a scar from that time
Dad threw the salt shaker, hard,
and it ricocheted, leaving a welt.
Now we sit around it quiet,
eating soup in the grooves of Chicago.
Mom chews slow, her eyes on the window,
like there’s something out there to see—
a flash of something better maybe,
or just the streetlight flickering on and off.
My brother’s knee bounces under the table.
Outside, dogs bark at nothing.
Inside, we do the same.
Eniola Ajao is a 19-year-old writer from India. Eniola lives with two German Shepherds and two neurotic cats, finding joy and inspiration in their daily antics. He enjoys moonlighting as a copy editor and spending quality time with his family and friends.
"salt shaker" by TooFarNorth is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.
