Olea Corcoran

The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.


Dear Strawberries,

I love you. I could eat you every hour. With vanilla bean and elderberry ice cream, that has an ever-so-slightly-floral taste. With melted chocolate. With both or neither. With gritty sugar to play against your juicy tartness. With smashed meringues and sweetened whipped cream.

My favourite, though, is when you're warm and freshly picked, like you've taken in the essence of sunlight for me to savour.

Get in my belly.