Nothing compares
to a Finnish strawberry —
so much sun in one bite.
I question sweetness:
does it resemble
the artificial or its truest form?
Nothing compares
to the nightless summer —
where I swallow
the spider that follows me
everywhere:
all my questions spin into dreams,
all my dreams become material.
Nothing compares
to knowing the living web:
everything given
doesn’t require taking;
everything taken
doesn’t always include giving.
I make promises
in northern latitudes.
I set my life on light.
Everything in me lives
on the line of loving.
