hulling strawberries
for the freezer I think of
how many sweetnesses
are put off till later—
that ripest berry,
it is delicious, red stain
on my hands, my lips
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hulling strawberries
for the freezer I think of
how many sweetnesses
are put off till later—
that ripest berry,
it is delicious, red stain
on my hands, my lips