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 the 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.
Starting Close 
Pam, there you are. I missed your writing. Small correction in the third paragraph, second line. I believe they should be the.
~Nancy (editor/proofreader in former life)
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I love this. I love the whole poem because it expresses how I feel sometimes, how I felt when I got a popcorn husk in my throat the other night. Mostly, I love the last two lines, not only for how they frame the poem, but standing alone. CW sent me your latest post, which is heartrending and also evocative of how I, and I’m sure many others, feel in this brazen new world. And so I’m browsing your thoughtful blog. Thank you.
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