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