Peeling butter

Have you ever peeled a really hard fruit?

One that’s like a stone?

 

Your knife struggles against the surface

Never catching, or catching too much

Then slipping 

 

It’s a dangerous endeavor

Not one I’d recommend

 

You might end up with bruises and cuts on your hands

You might hurt and twist your wrist 

 

But then

Well maybe you come up with some tricks

That make it easier

And you start to get more comfortable

 

Oh, it’s still a struggle

But you work it out 

You manage

 

And then you pick up a ‘regular’ fruit 

 

Just an everyday apple

A humble potato 

 

You put your knife to the surface

Ready, prepared, for the struggle

 

But your knife slides through seamlessly

And ribbons of peel fall in spirals on the table

 

Ah finally, it’s time to rest

 

Because after peeling stones

Now you’re peeling butter