The Sound of Hundreds of Lemons

The Sound of a Plant-Based Echo, 2026

What is the sound they make? I don’t know, probably a scream of some sort when they’re sliced with a knife and they get lemon in the wound, but the music squeeze is always worth the juice, the orchids worth the interminable wait, even when withered air roots rise like desiccated alien fingers from the bark soil soup of the flower soul.

I recently pieced this together from the many boxes of leftover cardboard text fragments stuffed into cardboard shoeboxes in the basement, holdovers from my residency with Recology. Like untossed word salad, endless fragments spouting fragility and ultimatums. Everything in this box is the ultimate and everything is always fragile.