The best squeezed juice the is often deleted or wiped up off the ground or countertop and funneled back into the bottle,

or jar,

leaving behind a sticky residue on the floor and fingers and, by the campfire,

or jar.

The sound, the taste, the texture, punctured, riddled with bullets.

and what you see that was squeezed out to fit under the microscope,

Is all that’s really left, practically,

there some still left under the fridge, left to coagulate , left to colonize,

left to smear its fingerprints everywhere,.

Left to nurse wounds and stave off infection,

while the campfire confidently roars on, without incident.