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.
Side Note:
⟐ Bethnal Green
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.