I rub the bar of cheddar against you . it falls through your gaping metal and spills onto my spaghetti in skinny yellow ribbons.
0 , grater, you gnaw my cheese into thin edible strips; you chew away at the cheese for me like a mother bird who grinds up food for her young, lets it rest in her body for one moment, then dutifully spits it out. the cheddar smears its taste across your firm , unmoving holes, but you keep nothing except the occasional crumbs lodged in your helpless teeth. pile the golden ribbons high on my plate; all my life I have wanted someone like you: incessantly shredding .
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