Pillar of Salt

First Thought

With the Kevlar glove of the angel on her wrist she spoke: I know
we have to go. I know the smell of fear
and of charred flesh. I know we have to go. But you
forget: this place is still my home.

Second Thought

Did I clean out the espresso pot? Is the AC off?
Is the back gate locked?

They swarmed the streets with their
house-shoes on. A woman turns:

you must look back. You must mourn Sodom and
Gomorrah or you will turn into a pillar of stone.

Third Thought

At the crimp in the last switchback up the mountain above Zoar
her husband spoke: keep going.

To hell with you, I am a pillar
of salt. You know I can’t keep going if you don’t carry me.