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
$5.99?
**** Too much.
“No.
I’m not in love with you.”
Oh, thank God.
The blueberries are on sale.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
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
$5.99?
**** Too much.
“No.
I’m not in love with you.”
Oh, thank God.
The blueberries are on sale.
