in season. elbows on the kitchen counter, chewing over retrieval and cycles and odds. each berry plump, bursting of promise and sweetness lined up 24 in two rows on a dishtowel. saying if each is an egg, if each is thawed or kept frozen, if each were a dormant, luscious life. pregnant with choices and decisions—can you call a donor a lover? this man is 6'1" and runs. this one is 5'10" and studies law but is he curious does he laugh unbounded do dogs fear him is his voice a thunderstorm coming or going does he love summer fruits best, purple and wild? there are no answers and no romance. eat the questions, chase with blueberries, worry the seeds from teeth later.