'...for here, there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life.'
-rilke
i told you that i loved
in strawberries
their aesthetic qualities
more than their flavor
not the cool acid
sweetness on the tongue,
but the gentle ribbing
of each seed
as i slice them
open down the center,
revealing one hollow chamber each
it is their heart-like aspect
i adore,
a calm fidelity
pinked and veined
pushing ever outwards
or maybe in.
i part the bruised flesh
and let their bodies
back to the sun
my blade
removes their wholeness
and lets in the light
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