Sometimes I buy my boyfriend Sour Patch Kids Watermelon. My mouth puckers every time I say that. At both parts of that statement, that is. It's not really “watermelon,” I don't think I could ever truly call it “watermelon,” it's more like sugary magenta and sugarier green lopsided wedges coated with a layer of sour that don't leave any bit of that sweet juicy residue dripping down your whole arm after you take a a hard bite. There aren't any seeds to be wary of swallowing, no thin film of white flesh that marks the bitter transition from fruit meat to skin.. oh- and I'm also not sure if he's really my “boyfriend.” It's just a lot easier to say that-- about the “watermelon,” that is.
Update: It is most certainly not watermelon.
collaboration with Ani Hovhannisyan and Colin Walker
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