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Caseus’s Mac and Cheese (poem)

In this pleasant, dimly lit ambiance; I ordered a dish in my ignorance. After friendly words it landed… atop cast-iron atop porcelain she handed: The Mac My eyes tasted a yellow-rustic glaze, an orange speckled beige. I torqued the concoction with my fork.. viscous warm, not dripping lava-hot. Finally my hunger compelled what saliva sought: I bit the bread baked, chewed the crumb caked. Dreams of milking with love: farmers sang cows to bliss and serenaded sheep that brought me this.

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