Strawberry Moon

Minneapolis MN

Description

The house was filled with the smell of it, the last of the misshapen sweet heavy berries of the season losing their shapes on the stove. The house was full of the smell of fruit unbecoming, fruit pulled to its knees at fire’s feet. All summer long the bushes had whispered, Take me, show us all the places we could kiss if we wanted, And so as light died we put our mouths on the least lovable, the two full, the easily bruised, We shouted I choose you, and you, and you, and you, and canned that hunger, and spooned into our mouths on the coldest days. -Choi