“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
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