lemons

we will place the yellow lemons in the bowl upon the table. with a warm and jagged knife, we will cut them bit by bit. these are our memories. these are our everything. lemons, i love you. lemons, lemons, lemons. all our juicy bits are left in here to rot. as we bite into the juciest bits, our chins run wet with anticipation. lemons. lemons. lemons.