a missed call from
Poteet, TX,
an urgent voicemail -
the strawberries -
never seen em like this
so dark red, so fat and
swollen
full of juice,
popping right off
their stems,
shooting their seeds out in the
midday sun,
the tender rays hitting them,
bursting them open,
the whole field has been
stained, looks like a goddamned
battlefield
and sweet as all get out,
cooked up
more jam than we got jars
but they're gonna rot soon,
shrink and spoil in this heat,
come quick -
but i'm stuck in chicago till tuesday.
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