Purposeful Blueberries

spiraling through a thralling network of interconnected

neurons sparking out of control

through a billow of smoke building over the horizon,

placed in a jar,

rolled up,

telling the ocean my secrets that I can never hold onto,

as plastic alchemy changes rivers into saunas into gardens

with fresh snap peas, blueberries, and pesticides placed on a plate

and eaten for what purpose I shall never speak of