The Rind.

Dude.

I’m eating cheese in bed

with IPA breath

and a whirring fan

and delicious darkness all around me.

I’m practically sucking on the rind of this French cheese, whose name I’ve long forgotten.

I should probably brush my teeth

or drink some water

but instead

I think I’ll savor this moment, and not overthink its brilliance

as I surrender into cerebral unearthing.

. . .

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