I’m in the produce
aisle and the local
fortune teller is
hurling strawberries
at me, as she yells,
Wake up, we’re in for
a wild ride and we
won’t be the same
when it’s over! Then
she charges toward
me, nearly knocks me
over and gives me an
electrified kiss. This
is the time when
peasants harvested
wild strawberries, she
says, then laughs like
a broken church bell.