bleu cheese

my bleu cheese brags

that it has deep blue

varicose veins, and I

spent the early half of

the late afternoon

excavating and exposing

those veins

in a rough manner

cutting away whole chunks—not

a vein bleeding

but it was pumping out smells

and I thought of my mother’s legs

pumping out prayers next to

a duct-taped chair

in a closet

a man came into the closet when we sold the house

and asked what that palpability was in the room

the smell of bleu varicose veins throbbing

like a heart out to prayer to her God

nothing that tastes

so much like my basement

could ever be living—

oxygenated blood

going to or away from the heart