Day 17..'favourite' food

Caveat- I do like cheese...but less so in recent years..  

When you decided my favourite food was cheese,

 the wheel was set in motion. 

 I' d said it as a joke, now it's requirement. 


 You feed me for breakfast, fat curds with berries, 

thickening in my stomach, 

almost sour , the milkmaid skin


 At night,yellow wedges of time, 

waxy as candle light, sharp and old- 

 I pare the slices, thin as paper 


 The blue, peppered with mould, 

a portrait with mildew of my grandmother, 

complex on the delicate tongue- not for children


 You say you'll buy a goat, white as halloumi, 

keep her in the backyard, feed her sunny grass. 

We'll call her Beyaz, coddle her dear milk

 in a blue glass bowl, brided grey in muslin. 


 You'll nurse it under father's bed at night- 

 each morning, you can 

 feed me the sieved dreams

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