pile your strawberries pile your strawberries where the birds can't see them. ripen to turtle hearts. the bog is calling all the girls down. a ribbon of algae. warm lake. geese sewing dresses from old silk. but you have strawberries & no one else can touch them. place them understones & in the thoughts of strangers. a man walking by with a fishing pole now thinking "strawberry." strawberry like colonies of jam. mother holding out a spoon & saying, "would you like a taste." i always do. sweet boiled berries. wearing sugar to the school dance. no one else with a single strawberry. the gym late at night. strawberry-less. well, until you arrive with one tucked behind your ear. there isn't enough rambling in this world. go on & on & tell me what you eat when no one else is looking. don't eat them. not yet. ripening takes patience. years of cradling. i was a baby once & my flesh was pulp. leaves grew from my skull & my caretakers would prune them. we could have been a backyard or a brush. more strawberries than you need but that's not true because you always need more strawberries. sleeping in a glass bowl in the company of strawberries. bruising like infants. nothing left to do but wait.