“cheese” by L. K. Thayer



“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese…”

― G.K. Chesterton

begin again
like an etch-a-scetch
begin again
it’s dark
I like the lights soft
I hear the traffic
on Olympic blvd.
white noise
that you could fool yourself
into thinking it was the ocean
so I do
I give in, I surrender
I look for joy
hey, just think I have two
parking spaces
a fireplace
a balcony
and a skylight…
I follow my fingers
on the keys
hoping for a snack
of remembrance
I breathe in
I breathe out
I sit like a piece of cheese
in a mousetrap
waiting for the snap
© 2013


  1. Rev. Paul McKay · February 18, 2013

    At long last, someone cut the cheese.

  2. anniew3000 · February 18, 2013

    Ah, Lisa! As always, sexy, evocative… Love your work! oxoxo Alexis

  3. Mitch · February 18, 2013

    Never cheesy, sometimes blue….Eeeeee damn good!
    And soooooooo mature I would eat her if I could..

  4. Adesh Kaur · February 18, 2013

    I love this poem. I love YOU! And I will admit, I love cheese.

    • lkthayer · February 18, 2013

      I love you & ! love cheese too!!

  5. Matthew Hetznecker · February 18, 2013

    And yes, you have your beautiful poems.

  6. Pd Lietz · February 18, 2013

    an excellent write
    solid kick ‘ snap’ at the end

  7. amelia · February 19, 2013

    I love cheese ! thank you for sharing xox

  8. Joel · February 19, 2013

    Funny, there’s nothing “cheesy” about this beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing. !!!!!

  9. Angie K Walker · February 19, 2013


  10. Kay B. · February 20, 2013

    Ooh. Love this. xo

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