Cheese

I am eating cheese...
a thin peice of munster,
pale white with something,
tha looks like blood around the edges.

It is light in color,
and pale
and thin,
like peeled off skin...
It is sharp,
like a knife
it cuts my throat.

It rips easily,
and is fun to chew
very slowly, so you can feel it breaking.

It is trivial and temporary, soon to be eaten
like this poem
so cheesy it makes you want to laugh...

by: Laura

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