“Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they’ve been hurt, they’re sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that’s protecting this tiny, dear part in them that’s still alive.”– Jeff Bridges
I’ve read it’s best to microwaveto soften flesh and rind.But I prefer to roll by handto squeeze, and press, and grind.
It’s only when I bruise the skinmistreat you thoroughly —that you release your oil and bloodsurrendering to me.
Beneath the shell protecting youyour juice runs sweet and tartbut reaching it means cutting deep —a skill that is an art.
Yet there the seed waits all the whileand dreams of its own life —my only way of reaching itis with my paring knife.
So when it comes to your thick skin,perhaps it is unwise,since I, for one, delight in handsperfumed with your demise.