Cherries are everywhere in Brooklyn right now. At the bodegas, you can buy them in little cellophane bags  or black styrofoam trays covered in plastic. I bought a pound today. There was a long time when I wouldn’t eat cherries at all, I thought they all tasted like the scary bright maraschino thing that came on top of sundaes, the ones that I would immediately remove and put on a napkin, which grew sticky and red.  The first time I ate a real cherry,  I was living in Ohio. I took one from a bag held by the person in the passenger seat of my car. I put the whole thing in my mouth, and when I found the pit,  threw it out the window while I drove and later,  I wondered  if where the pit landed a tree might grow.


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  1. andreakbeltran says:

    Or, you swallowed the pit, and this explains why you’re such a lovely tree.

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