Thursday, February 14, 2019

Your Love is a Truck Farm



When you’re starving
And you find a little patch
Of strawberries, or
Maybe some raspberries
Growing in the forest
They taste amazing
So tangy, so sweet
And you’re grateful
They keep you alive
But they don’t last long
And soon you’re longing
For something, anything
Even the tiniest bite
And you nearly give up
But then there’s an acorn
And it’s bitter, but
Still you’re grateful
And you tell yourself
That it isn’t bitter
And you tell yourself
That you’re full
You really are
You don’t need
More than this
This is enough
This should be
Good enough

Then one day
You stumble upon
A truck farm
There are beans
And squash
And sweet corn
There is so much
That you almost
Make yourself sick
And days and weeks later
You realize you haven’t
Worried
About getting enough
For a very long time
You find a ripe strawberry
The most beautiful one
The sweetest one
And you just enjoy it
It doesn’t keep you alive
All by itself
You weren’t desperate
When you found it
But it reminds you
Of all those scary days
When you were starving
And there wasn’t
Nearly enough
So you savor it
Then it’s gone
But that’s okay
Because there’s
Another one
Right here







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