the naive wayfarer

and the tree hung thousands of beautiful cherries,
"me" "me" "me" "me" they cried.
"me" "me" "me" "me",

"me!"!

my eyes wandered through the tree,
i plucked the reddest, ripest, and biggest cherry of them all,

then i devoured it. bloodied red stains on my lips, sweet, juicy, heavenly bliss.

...i journeyed onwards,
"me" "me" "me" "me" they cried from behind.

"me!"!


i tasted one,

i tasted them all.




"me.".