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Emotional Support Cheese
When the darkness of life closes around me,
Crashing down walls made of thickest anxiety,
I internally shudder and gasp for breath while
Walking to the fridge for some cheese.
Commercials and news sites flash before my eyes
Screaming at me to buy their shit or die.
All the while I’m desperately just trying to open
The motherfucking cheese drawer.
Success! It rolls open, golden light streams out,
The darkness of my mind is driven off route and
I pick up a lovely block of Sweet Heat Habenero.
It’s emotional support cheese time!
The waxy wrapper comes off in a flourish,
Deliciously speckled with hot pepper seeds
It’s creamy white surface beckons my needs
To devour this holiest, spiciest cheese!
With knife in hand and block on board
I delicately slice off a big ol’ chunk and
Bite into the piquant savior of my soul:
Emotional Support Cheese.
