strawberry girl
Keomali Johnston
11th Grade
Poem
2022-2023 Spring
strawberry girl,
this poem is about you—not for you
because i gave you my summer, autumn, winter
and i gave you my song and my dance
and have nothing more to give you
that you would want to own
or i want to loan
thus now,
i lie in this state of rigor mortis
waiting for spring to return to me
the seasons i spent
studying you
and
your august heart:
used and bruised and hand-me-down, i discovered it
an enchanting specimen that i dreamed up answers to
dreamed myself the one to give a name to it
dreamed myself the one to patent it
and keep it in an insulated box
ripe and warm
i am no scientist
i am a soft adolescent with a fake degree
and my inexperienced neurons misjudged your heart:
in october your heart was deceiving, a green strawberry
that i dug into with loose young teeth
and devoured flesh and seeds
and veins and leaves
and all
now in winter,
lips red as rage on the poster:
you are an empty ribcage of hard dirt
i a stomach emptied of acid, icing over
undigested, your once-green leaves
in the cold chasm of my gut:
wilted brown and
heavy and
bitter.