Buttered

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blunt-edged butter knives
scrape across brittle landscapes
on freshly overtoasted slices of multigrain loaves

each lumpy mound of spreadable dairy
refuses to swathe evenly, amicably

momentary paralysis plagues
this expedition many times over
without consolation or apology

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Dennis Shanaberg]

For some reason, this makes me want to laugh a little, just the almost scientific way you've examined the spreading of butter on bread. It really is an amazing piece. I think it'd be amazing even for like a commercial for something for butter. Like this poem read as a close up of a butter knife spreading butter in soft light, and then zoom out to maybe Fabio spreading it as "I can't believe it's not butter" flashes on the screen.
Brilliantly done though, you've made my attempts at making toast into an art. Congrats.

[kill the innocents]

i like it .. the way you write it very interesting..

[Kerry O'Connor]

The opening image of this poem is a stunner - so vivid in my mind. Interesting ideas arose as I read the conclusion.

[Jonathan]

Haha that's true very observant of you. I though
I was the only one that had beef with Mayo and
Toasted bread. Solid write.