Again I saw you the strawberries are rotten again I saw you the strawberries have nothing to do with where I saw you hitting on another man in the same shirt as me with black and white stripes the way strawberries look in UV light to bees the way you look at me your face tells me you're still in the closet and I smile back and wave my strawberry stained hands in the air I saw you first and you saw me seeing you I saw you with strawberries in my smile my face was made for seeing you I was made for the night air like a tiger running the sun like a cool fist around me when night ends and you I saw you from a strawberry haze I saw you through fingers forming their claws