once upon a time I was struck by lightning / Oya has a funny way of telling you what to do / the electricity fertilized my mind seed / I figured I should take videos of myself in my underwear eating fruit
The pineapple was flying! It paused at the pinnacle of its arc, weightless, and then began its descent—slow, sinking, faster, faster—finally landing with a thump into the tall grass beside the road.
