The perfect fix to a
side of green beans,
movie popcorn,
one of Aunt June’s fresh baked rolls.
Yes, butter.
Spreadable, sprayable, meltable,
I Can’t Believe It’s Not-able.
But nobody curls up
in a candle-lit living room cocoon,
to gently sink their teeth
into a tepid stick of butter.
Who licks their lips as golden grease
melts streaming down their chin
and sighs in peace,
‘cause all you need
is butter?
I don’t want to be butter.
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