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No one eats cheese as old as me. If I were wine, too precious to uncork. I'm not even allowed on a shelf, locked away in a cellar with no temperature variance outside 52 to 55. You would think I'd be eyed by all the lovers and dreamers of special concoctions like me that took their time to age, bitter yet sweet, though not tempting enough for all the passersby who barely get a hint of what I'm eminating. Reflecting, deflecting in the dark in the corner, in my purgatorium/cemetarium, wax me, cork me, full of life's scintillating nostalgia, but, oh no, not for you who dines with store-bought cheddar, aged 90 days in resealable cellophane, sipping a glass of twist top Moscato plied from a pulpy bath at an industrial vineyard. I'll age a little longer, inhale some of what I'm breathing, as I cozy up to dark, bourbon mash. Enjoy your microwave corndogs! 8.5.21 Hmm, ageism? Not so much in this community, me thinks. Yes, I made that word up: http://ninjawords.com/Cemetarium Pinterest it like Lou: https://www.pinterest.com/louhellbaby/cemetarium/ Where are you, Bethany? You should be reading me. |