LEMON

I remove the lemon from the fridge
It feels just a little bit cold. Fridge cold. Fresh cold. I think you know how cold it feels.
Texture: lemon like
Shape: lemon like

Slight citrusy smell...

I close the fridge door, place the lemon on a chopping board
Oscillates slightly, comes to a rest

I look for a knife from the drawer
One that's sharp enough
Serrated or non-serrated? Serrated
But not flimsy

I remove the knife and slide the drawer closed.
Turn back to the lemon.
It's still there - cocky little thing.
Brandish my knife

"Won't be cocky for long."

I hold the lemon still with my left hand.
Begin to cut. Initial puncture.

Burst of citrusy matter. Burst of citrusy smell. Burst of lemon! Jesus!

The knife is serrated: I saw.
Saw the lemon.
Saw through the lemon.
With the knife.

The halves are looking even. I am delighted. It doesn't always happen.

Get to the bottom.
Final cut.

The halves

Separate!
Oscillate slightly, come to a rest

All the while the lemon smell has been diffusing through the room.
Fancy that!

My nostrils like it.

My taste buds are angry. Impatient. Drink the fudging juices!

I intend to drink the juices,
but my taste buds don't trust me.
They remain impatient
And make increasingly watery protests.

What if something goes wrong, they say, and we never get to receive the juices?

What if something FUCKING goes wrong!

I raise one half of the lemon above my mouth while tilting my head back.

The smell is closer. My tongue is doing crazy things.

I know what I am about to do is satisfying.
I am about to squeeze... the lemon.

There is going to be a slight resistance to my squeezing.
I know that that resistance will feel amazing
Amazing to subdue

POWER!

And then the drops will fall.
But it will happen so fast, that the fall will barely be noticed.
The squeezing, followed not quite immediately by the touching.
But fairly close

Squeeze the fucking lemon you son of a bitch!

I go to squeeze the lemon.