3rd February, 2025

these strawberries were massive,

absurd really, like they’d been grown in cartoon soil or under moonlight —

I called her over, told her to hold them in her hand so I could take a picture,

laughed when they dwarfed her palm,

like some kind of joke from nature, bright red against her skin, blue-green leaves curling weirdly,

kitchen tiles sharp and cold under our bare feet,

late morning light slipping across the counter,

she asked if I wanted to eat them but I just stared,

thinking how strange it is that something so small can suddenly feel enormous.