PQR: Poems, Quotes, Readings


by Lina Pastan

You held the butter --
cup under my chin
and laughed: "get thee
to a buttery,"
chewing on a dandelion stem,
then tasting my
buttery fingers
one by one
and eyeing
my breast as if
they too could,
bobbing, churn
pure milk to
Yellow dress and
flowers, yellow
hair, the world
was melting butter
sweet and slick,
your hands all yellow
with the spilling
sun, desire
like the heated
knife through

Pastan, Linda. "Butter." Cite to be verified.

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