The salinity of my tears

Determines the duration at which 
They linger on my lashes, 
Apples, filtrum, jawline.
 
Sometimes they race down my neck
and pool in my clavicles 
 
Like when the tide goes out and
You can roll up your pant legs,
Wade into the pools that are left
Filled with alien delights and a sense of urgency —
Anticipation of the sea’s inevitable return.
 
Their viscosity lately has been dense.
High protein, low sodium, nonvolatile,
They fill the pools in my collar bones with a brackish cocktail of fear and dread 
A gentle reminder that the sea never left.