2 cm
by roughly
2 cm
(i’ve never been one for exact
measurements)
we found you
clinging to life
on a plant
that was already 10 feet
past death
the field you came from
had flooded
and the home you knew 
had wilted 
and yet there you stood
unbothered and 
unwavering
because no one had informed you yet
that you shouldn’t 
exist
the only fruit
this plant would 
ever bear
a single strawberry 
with stronger will then most
men i know
it’s skin as red
as the lips of the lover 
who still resides in
your mind
i want to apologize 
little survivor 
because i sat there in that muddy field 
and i picked you
and i want to thank you 
as well
because you were
so sweet