What are my
creative juices?
Are they
pressed? Are they squeezed? Do they contain
pulp? Are they
from concentrate? Are they
old-fashioned? Are they 100% juice? Will they expire? Should I shake them before opening? Should I refrigerate them after opening? How much milk would I have to drink to receive the same amount of calcium? How much fat is in each
serving? What constitutes a serving? Will this
explode in my freezer?
From what
fruit are they derived? Is it sweet? Is it
nectar? Will I choke when it blooms like a flower in my throat? Can I put it in my
hummingbird feeder? Will it attract bees?
Is it tart?
How tart? So tart they made a movie out of it? No, not the book, the movie! Is it refreshing, like
lemonade? Or sour, like lemon juice? Does it go with fish?
White wine? Will it bring tears to my eyes...or yours?
Is it beautiful? In the
spring, will there be blossoms? Does it need
pruning? Will it grow wild? Unchecked, will it
overcome itself, an ungainly giant without mind or soul, and end as its own demise?
Or is this the juice of the meat of the
flesh of a beast? Must it be domesticated? Herded and bred? Do we
slaughter it live for consumption? Do we roast it over the spit, with wild,
pagan rituals? Do we beautify it in the back of the restaurant and teach ourselves to forget its rough
ancestry? Can it be
tamed?