Peanut Butterflies

Peanut butter on my window sill.
I bought you last August
and used you 1nce
for PB + J.

Where did that sandwich go?

           the Bread, white, is gone.

            the Jam, strawberry, is gone.

           the Knife, plastic, is gone.

           Yet you, creamy, are still here. 

            28 ounces.

Your jar says you expire 06/25/09.

I should have 04/07/00 to eat you.

Om nom nom.

But 

       Salmonella 

could poison 

your sanctuary of pleasurable delight

                                                irrevocably.

Om nom nom nomore.

Some people have no security:

financial, physical, emotional.

I have no peanut butter security.

I want to solve that crisis,

I want to solve this crisis.

When will I learn

just to watch the butterflies?

                                                       

                               - The 901 Blogger (1990-)