Parmigiano

Whenever I cook, I do it with ambition
   to amaze your senses, to impress, to raise the bar…
How much Parmigiano is enough to ensure no abandonment
   and permanent status of no-rejection?
I’ve built my life around these towers –
   up, up into the light – lifting some more material
   for yet another storey hall.
Let me grate you some more above the tasty pasta,
   smile and chew with pleasurous moans another byte,
   bit by bit into the clouds.
Come sit with me here, lets look
   through these windows of thin achievement
   and empty appreciation.
Do you love me? – the jackal asked the giraffe once again.
Right now, no… I’m eating pasta – with a full mouth she responded  
   full of thoughts gravitating around  
   that triangle shaped Parmigiano block.
Thinking to herself:
   What is the lie I tell myself most often?
The Parmigiano is a lie.
 
 
(to Veronica)