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Pass the Butter, My Love

by Michael Graber

So I said to the wheat, “Listen,
you’ve grown, been picked, bought
and sold, sat on a shelf, and purchased
again—now, I’ll add a little yeast and a few
oats. You will rise, stretch into sustenance. The heat
will kill you, change your nature. You will be
remade as bread.”

The wheat talked back, “Listen,
loverboy, quit with the elaborate
metaphysics and metaphors. You don’t
need to sell me on future promises. I am
a delicious sacrifice. You’re the one that is
burning. You see; I was a thresher and a baker
before being reborn as wheat. I know the cost of
love. Question for you—the only one that matters—
who are you going to share me with?”

Pass the butter, my love.

Michael Graber is a native of Memphis, although he lived in Oxford, Mississippi, for several years. He is the author of the Last Real Medicine Show, used to edit River City and Aside, and now plays mandolin in a few bands. 

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