We've started purifying ourselves with salt, my friends and I. Nightly I follow the rituals to make
all my orifices worthy.
I let the microwave chant softly, take my holy water and lift my head to the heavens. Gargle.
Rinse. Repeat. Nasal flush waterfall next. Saline for the contacts. Salt scrub for the lips.
On the days I try hard to be holy I cast Epsom salts into the bath steam like incense and stir the
waters at Bethesda, hoping to let the scales fall from my skin.
My best friend wears black Baphomet t-shirts and carries around salt pills in her pockets. She
sways on her feet as we chant like things possessed in coffee shops.
It is the little rituals that matter most.