Possession

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.

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