There are these gorgeous strawberries
Everywhere I go
In buses, shopping malls, overhanging
The mens’ section in shul
They all look impossibly good even
The bruised ones and I am dying
To eat one and have been
Since I was 14 when I began realizing
Just how beautiful strawberries are
But the problem is you can’t
Just go over to one
Pick it up
And begin to start biting it
You must first start talking to it
Get to know it
Buying it a steak dinner
Then maybe you can begin touching it
But maybe not even then
Because not only do you have to want
To eat the strawberry
But let’s not forget
That the chosen strawberry
Also has to want you to
Eat  it
And if you never find one
That wants you as much
As  you want it
You could die without having
Ever tasted one
A really beautiful strawberry
Feet away in a plate
Droplets
You reach out
You die