In the middle of the night,
I bit into a strawberry
that was in a bowl
in the refrigerator.
It tasted different
than the one I ate
earlier in the day -
sweeter, juicier.
The strawberries
couldn’t have been different,
it must have been me.
I ate another one.
Then another one.
I emptied the bowl.
What if everything is like that?
2 comments:
Beautiful. Have you read Jorge Luis Borges' short story "Funes the Memorious"?
Stunning. How in control are we of changing our own perception? Very powerful. I enjoyed this one!
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