out to get butter.
an easy
task one might think.
but then
i stand
at the big glass doors
in the grocery
store
and stare in
at everything.
i ignore the margarine,
the fake
buttah showing images
cartoon cows.
there's
sweet butter,
not sweet, salted, unsalted,
creamy
or hard.
a tub,
a box of bars.
a squeeze bottle
with canola oil added.
i take pictures of all
the butters then
wait for word from
afar.
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