You always buy
the worst
strawberries
from the market.
It’s not your fault;
you never learned
because your mother
never taught.
And I hate
eating the ugly
ones, so lumpy
and perverse.
But you tell
me, “It’s delicious,
ugly or not. You
need to try
like this.”
Then you close
your eyes,
lean in
close, and
bite.
