He asked me then as we stared at the strawberries lit in the fluorescent grocery store lighting adjacent in their plastic coffins red and ripe clearly evesdropping
“do you love me?”
I hadn’t ever thought about it before but I guess I did.
“but are you in love with me?”
their green stems were a reminder of home their severed ends a scar of the violence they endured yellow seeds clinged to their polished red bodies the small taste of bitter to remind you, nothing can be that sweet all the time
I cocked my head to one side They had me captivated I wanted their taste Their raw delicious flesh