they used to bother me
in the summer mornings
waking me up
buzzing past my head
as I dreamed of Belinda
I’d hide my head under
the covers
but that wouldn’t last
nothing lasts anymore
i don’t even
mind the mosquitoes
anymore
and then there was
the strawberry field
behind the house
we’d run into the middle
all alone
summer sun created
tomato shaped strawberries
that melted in her mouth
and dripped down her chin
– its where i
kissed her for the first
time
and we ate stolen strawberries
from the vine.
