Sonja Manojlović - Helping, from the outside

I cannot even count all my him and all my her,
in the overall swaying they fly through each other,
and in accordance with the law on consequence,
on their behalf, politely and from the side, I only speak
until the sound of sucking a live substance
escapes me.
Everywhere I see feeding grounds, watering holes, mouths agape,
just give and give,
and it seems like I’m the owner of the events,
until everything slips through my mouthline,
I hold the salt-stick in the air,
I ritually improve the taste of the unseen,
I even improve people, with a bit of salt and some kisses.