Gouda Cheese
by Sarah Wolfe

 

Until I met you 

I never knew how porous the rest were

Every love like Swiss cheese

Contemporary but filled with holes only I can see

And then you

Gouda everywhere

Solid on the inside and out

I didn’t look through you 

I couldn’t 

So I feasted 

Solid and unpasteurized 

So rich I could die happy

Even when my insides swell and bulge

I can always find room

Guess I’ve always been love-intolerant before

Not everyone settles inside me like you

did I make you cringe

Good

I’m tired of talking pretty

I’d spread you over bed and crackers

I’ll have you anywhere

Finally sated I look out grey windows 

I see bombs on tv

But I lick my lips and look up

And silently thank the stars

    the moon

    the trees 

For fucking gouda cheese

 

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