(When) I was a child
I would sit on the smooth sidewalk in the backyard
Or sometimes the small back porch as the blue paint chipped away
Leopard slugs would roam slowly
They slime the sidewalk and paint chips
I would grab the salt and pour
Too much salt
Piles of salt
Onto its soft slimy body
Curling in agony
Dead
I think that my murderous tendencies were signs of the future deaths of loved ones
After I stopped my salting murders
