I Am Curious [Cheese]

I get my endorphins from cheese.

The udder gooeyness,

the melty ecstasy,

the sheer, unbridled joy of it … cheese.

I get my endorphins from cheese.

The second the buttery

drug is dragged across my tongue,

pupils dilate and

I’m filled with a sharp,

unpasteurized rapture  .

I ask Aristaeus to forgive

my wanton gluttony

and udder disregard of

this mortally mortified body-

itself becoming a parcel of pastey,

cheesey curds.

I GET my endorphins from cheese.

No longer the slave

of a Kenmore plug-in,

and the constant threat

of carpal tunnel from

repetitive motion.

But the lifting of briny brie is a gentle exercise,

a delicate motion,

 a natural thing.

I get my endorphins from cheese yo.

It makes me crapulous,

noxious and lazy with

goosebump shivers and

crazy-assed dreams.

Yo momma’s candidum penicillin.

Fuck chicken soup.

I float away on udder

ammoniated  gasses and

cottage cheese clouds.

Tongue-tied to the

bloomy rind of camembert

and sharp cheddar chidings.

I get my endorphins from cheeeeese

and the body within the rind.

For beauty is far deeper

than what the eye beholds.

There is more to it than mold.

-D.Klein 3/3/13