the giant space
between me and veganism
is cheese
hard or soft
creamy or funky
cow or goat,
though I prefer a cheese whose shepherd I’ve hugged
the refrigerator is organized
with a veggie drawer
and a fruit drawer
and a cheese drawer
though my youngest once said,
“you know you have a lot of cheese
when you have a cheese drawer,
and not all of your cheese fits in that drawer”
splurge on the gluten-free cheese ravioli
for the new air fryer you got for Christmas
that you dip in pesto made with basil from your garden
and there you have
the slice of heaven
that is the kin-dom of God
here on earth today
What a great way to have fun with this prompt (and so late in the marathon – kudos). It’s great how you wove your love of cheese into this poem. I laughed out loud at the line: ‘though I prefer a cheese whose shepherd I’ve hugged.’