The Indicator x The Student: “Peanut Butter”

Where the chunks notice childhood
    behind the awning of our mouths. How we’re domesticated dogs
          with teeth sharp only for peanut butter.

Move me to the place you learned the crust carries
        whistles. And the gumminess there,
    in our translation, the heat, the heat

rushing our eyes, how they butter, and jelly. Until
        we’re licking the sap off our fingers, until
    we’ve got some kinship to crumbs. Stir
            the jam of my knee between your legs.

We will make us a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
        That is to say, we are slight rememberings of the jars
    we were spooned from. That is to say,

I’ll hand you an abundance of strawberries. Soothe those teeth against
        their tightness and this spring will
smell of nostalgia-making. Let us smear it about our
        bodies again. Let’s get so close together
    and knead chunky peanut butter to the creamy kind.