I have bought this cheese
and
– because it is so creamy
and rich with energy
and potential
I know that I will be all
right
when I return, in the rain,
from the predicted downpour.
.
Because the cheese is wrapped
undisturbed –
pregnant with promise
To be sliced, or grated
or torn, or ripped by the teeth
I know that I will be safe
whatever my whim dictates.
.
Because I have paid for the
cheese
I already realise
That I can use the rest of my means
On whatever possibility ambushes me,
Or seduces me with its value
And I won’t go hungry.
.
And because I won’t disturb, disrupt, fragment
or dissect
Offer, trade,
or share
My cheese
.
Its surface springs alive
With spew, and spit
And snot,
And rot.
