strawberry

the strawberry was sour. i haven’t given much thought to strawberries, their seeds have always somehow stood in the way. if i had been asked to write an exhaustive list of fruits, i wouldn’t have probably included strawberries. the choice is always personal. the choice is always biased. memory is personal and biased. memory is body. in this particular case body is tongue and throat. strawberries hurt my tongue and throat, so my body, through memory and choice, eludes and even rebuffs them. but my eyes like strawberries. they are sexual and full. tongue over/ against eyes. pain against pleasure. there is no pleasure that is entirely painfree. i don’t believe in the vice-versa. but I like exceptions. my body works in exceptions. not my tongue.

well, the thing is that i wouldn’t really know if the strawberry was sour...