Heigh Ho
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I am the cheese –
even now I count the times
and lose track

I am background noise –
outside the light’s beam
or on the periphery of something

beautiful.

You move on
and on
and on

while I am the one
holding space

room enough

in case you return.

A snuffed candle
leaves a smoke trail –
I am vapour

residue
of the flame.
I am on your clothes
on your tongue
the me
in you.

No child
or cat
or dog
I am the cheese

and your palette
tires of this taste
the flavor of the month
now baklava

but sweet honey
am I for the
connoisseur

so I will wait
on and
on and
on

until

I embrace
my inner cotija –
pour myself a glass
of wine and lift it to
the sky I am.