Treasure Island

Natalie Evans

Berries For Bradley

the berries are ripe
this time of year
and i'll buy in crates
mash and place
upon your plate
some fresh strawberries
to go with the cake
i made last night
when you were here
you sat on the couch
drinking a beer
told me i'm worthless
and that i can't cook
so i mashed up those berries
with my bloody foot
that i hadn't washed
for several days
only to serve you
the best shortcake


Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014
Edited: Friday, July 04, 2014

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The old bloke never let me eat in the living room.

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