to circle the cheese section
of the grocery store.
it's a pentagon
shaped
area surrounded
by cool bins
of wrapped cheese.
there's a man
and woman back there
in white smocks.
cheese surgeons, i guess.
busy with
knives as they cut
enormous
blocks of cheese
on cutting boards.
all this cheese, the varieties,
the sizes,
the bricks
and rounds,
the triangles.
the rhombus cuts,
the squares and rectangles.
i circle and observe,
circle and read
the labels
until security comes.
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