Salty Crunch

The salty sea on an oily chip. A bag rarely makes it home from the store without being opened. The resistance rare and usually a corner is torn while trying to drive with the knee. That momentary release of oxytocin, just in time.

Kim Nierman Smith lives in California with her husband and their dog Monty. She writes a poem at the end of every week based on the accumulated experiences she has had in those past days.