My perspectives are shifting

Like my eyes are sliding over

Seeing things from

A new angle

Everything that was familiar

Looks strange, alien

I’m so uncomfortable in this skin

It’s just my same old skin

I flash between a craving

Red ripe juicy perfect

Strawberry

Tastes like childhood happiness

My new mind traces it backward

A grocery store

Half of them already spoiled

Garbage in plastic in a landfill

A huge ship racing

Spewing global warming

A truck rushing

Through a completely different climate

Giant shiny freeway where

A forest used to be

(Wild strawberries grew there

They were better)

A farm

A field. One species. Over and over.

The dirt is so tired it is on life support

The light brown fingers of

A migrant worker

Suddenly my apartment is

A palace of excess and waste

And air conditioning

This food is

It’s not food, it’s

Ostentation

Cellulose

Dye and pesticides and fertilizer

No wonder it never satsifies

Who is this person

With a natural craving

To eat the biological equivalent

Of false advertising

Like eating dollar bills

It’s like this with everything these days

It makes my brain hurt