Pomegranates are a bit sexy really. Gavin brought some home for a salad. After several minutes of being sprayed with juice like some kind of fruit booby trap that has stained the walls of our kitchen, I put the teaspoon down. Pomegranates need fingers. You have to pare them apart. Splay them. It’s a bit rude. The seeds firm yet at any moment bursting. I cut them in quarters and furrowed into the pith. A bit rude.