Butter Poem by Karen Touzalin

You are so slick,
Slick like butter,
Baby.

Sliding into view
And into the conversation.
Dipped your words into the batter
And flavoured the stew
Spun it all around and
Made it all about you.

You are so slick,
Slick like butter
I said
So I whipped you with my spoon
And spread you on my bread
Took your words to my heart
Hoping to be fed.
But the more that you speak
It remains to be seen,
You are not butter, baby.
You're only margarine.