Can u Pass the Butter Pls x

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The bread must be not-point
seven thick
No more.
Twice through the
toaster.
First time - full cycle.
Second - I press cancel.
Before it darkens.

The butter dish is wavy.
Like a gingham cloth, stiff with time.
Jess made it.
For my birthday.
Peanut, she calls her brand.
The base broke in my suitcase.
I pressed the pieces together.
Superglued the cracks.
It held.

I’m handy like that.
Madre taught me.

I don’t really like butter, you say.

But I do.
I always have.
Can you pass it.
Please.