i went to
the store today
and bought
a box of
black berries
it was a clear
plastic box
i realized
i don’t care
that we consume
and waste
so much
i sat down
in my black,
leather chair
and ate three
black berries
i ate two
of them quickly
but the third
i ate slowly
it had blackish
purple kernels
of bittersweet
nectar
and seeds
that crunched
in my mouth
i did not mind
that much
it had kernels
that looked like
lonely,
lavender misfits
and curly,
brown hairs
waiting
to say “hello”
each kernel
shaped
by its sibling
jam packed
like a large
family
in a small house
it had a hallow
bottom
once attached
to a stem
that was clipped
with magical scissors