pbj

as I spread
the peanut butter across an
open potato
roll
with the wide knife,
the only knife
I use for this particular
task,
then the grape jelly,
some hitting the floor,
I think of
an island
where I could go.
white sand, blue water,
palm trees,
music in the background,
from the south pacific.
plenty of bikinis
to go around.
a cold drink in hand.
shades on. stretched out
covered in coconut oil.
snapping my
fingers for another pina
colada,
another sandwich
without the crust,
salmon, perhaps, or shrimp.
anything
but peanut butter.