Butter Thinks...

Hello. I am butter. I am. I am cut with knife. I am placed in pan. I melt and turn into. And into eggs. Into bread. I melt and turn into. Deep in cast iron. Held tightly. Lying in. Or on your tongue. In your stomach. I wait. On the counter. Hello. I am butter. I am saltier than your tears. I am a color much paler than you fear but don't. Because I am butter. I don't speak. The way you may think. But I am always talking. Where do you go when you've finished eating? I am bored with you. I am. I am disappearing. Quarter cup by quarter cup. Curt, you are silly. You love me. I hardly understand. You. I give you so much happiness. Curt.