I have to love a sandwich so
greasy it could condition my hair,
oil a hinge, seal a poolside tan

I have to love a sandwich
that knows its limitation
yet spreads it like a rumor

a sandwich that bows to the blow
of grace, smacking its lips
for sweet Jesus & cheeze Louise

a sandwich with sass & sleaze
like a fat cat denying a heart attack
a sandwich so beautiful

it bathes in butter before lying down
between white slices of heaven
a sandwich that is surely enraptured

that can do the do-wop like a
brave little sermon, a sandwich
with a soul of sizzle splat, got dat