tip tap

Am I

 a dead fish gooping up the water

or

a stretching tree branch, flower, bird wing

or

a towering mountain

getting smaller/eroding as it gets older

or

am I a strawberry plant taking over the garden

with juicy, bright red berries

weed

you love to consume

having me explode between your teeth

on your forgiving tongue?

I am  to the outside what I put in its inside

and

I am the brain connected to the keys

punching in the questions

defining my own answers

in silence.