I love them she says but they don ’t love me
the strawberries sit in white paper cups
and she goes on
dark chocolate strawberries
I love them she says
but they make me break out like a girl of fifteen
and she sounds like me when I talk about men
whenever I eat ‘em they make me break out
into laughter or song and sometimes into fits
or I break ‘em and eat ‘em
white paper cup and all
walk away with their seeds in my teeth
and she goes on
white chocolate strawberries
they’re good too I guess
but really she means they’re not good enough
and she sounds like me when I talk about women
I tried them once
no seeds I was happy
but I didn’t break out or feel like fifteen
the strawberries sit in their white paper cups
I love them she says but they don’t love me
I can still eat milk chocolate
milk chocolate strawberries
are better than nothing she says
and she sounds like me
the way I spoke of love
when I was fifteen
but I walked away and spit out the seeds
nothing is better than better than nothing
there’s empty white paper cups
either way
and nothing
is good enough for me.