Fluffernutter

Suck the calcium straight out of my bones’

//////// molten skeleton puddled on the tile

across from the grocery store deli, an ent

//////// ire gallon of two-percent milk.

Crush my body into a sandwich

///////// or a light snack, not salty but sweet.

Where I expect yellow or brown I blanch

///////// white, white, whiter than sourdough.

Instead of blood I melt into marsh

//////// mallow fluff, creamy peanut butter.

Cut my crust, slice me into smaller

//////// versions of what I was before.

///////////////// I promise not to satiate any desire.

//////////////// I’ll leave myself half-eaten.