taste these days

even though stuff tastes
as sawdust, head being
still stubbornly stuffy
childhood “molded”
into cheeses conjures
mural(ed) memories

excited jumps at sound of
doorbell most evenings, headlong
rushes anticipating delicious
treats from daddy~
marzipan, cheeses
chocolates

Now, tiny bites
into sharp New York cheddar
once savored over tongue,
results in payback’s
of lingering
delicious
tastes
~

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