Small Snack

I was nearly killed by a toast crumb

And as I struggled for breath I thought this is how it ends;

With embarrassing toast —

Not even the cool kind with the sea salt and the avocado.

After 25 minutes or so the near death experience

Was just a small snack,

I barely even felt the sore

Lodged in the shame of my throat.

I was also nearly killed by a single step, a poor merge

And they way you left me behind,

But I keep returning carelessly

Forgetting the terror and the gasp

And the staggering humiliation of nearly dying

From hunger and haste

And the hubris of humanity,

Who knew all along it was toast.