At what does the watermelon laugh,
when it is being murdered?
Pablo Neruda, The book of questions EE
It’s watermelon season here in town. Which means the cheapest, sweetest sandias of the year. The green bellies crack open at the slightest cut, roar, and out bulges sweet, sweet candy-cotton. I tell you friends, it’s a good time to be a frugivore WP mammal.