VASELINE SANDWICHES by Mark Schoenknecht • Cleaver Magazine
VASELINE SANDWICHES by Mark Schoenknecht During pregnancy, she said, Her most intense cravings Were for vaseline sandwiches: Soft white bread slathered with petroleum jelly. In a dream, I attend a dinner party At a lavish mansion. I’m having a wonderful time Until the unveiling of the roast, Which turns out to be an animal With the body of a hog And my own scalded head Clenching an apple in its teeth. Each day, I arrive at the feast of myself, Unsure of which fork to use, Of what sauce to slather overtop. What is it that drives a woman to eat vaseline? And if I threaten to run my car into an overpass When she says she doesn’t love me, What design has prompted that?