would i be considered crazy to run you ragged on a hot day just so i could sponge the sweat from you and wring that sponge into a dish and set that dish in the sun to evaporate, to leave behind a thin film of your salt? how long would it take? all summer? to collect a spoonful, or just a pinch, enough to sprinkle, flavour. would it be enough to return my appetite, re-engage my interest in food that i lost when i met you and became convinced that your flesh was all the sustenance i needed.