Crust

I sweep the kitchen again. The crumbs are back. I sweep the kitchen again. At midnight, I hear indistinct noises. That I only recognize as pizza crust sounds. The crust sings a song. Singing about how pepperoni is so overrated. Crust is delicious! Delicious! Delicious! I think it’s just the psychosis kicking in. I don’t want him to win. This crust made of hardened dough. He survived the oven, that I know. But being thrown away? After being burnt all day? No way! I still hear crumbs. I wasted another day. Sweeping. Maybe next time… I'll eat the crust too. Forget the mozzarella, or the cheddar. I am something better! I am more than the final bite. I am the one that gives smiles of delight. Eat me, or else I’ll disturb your sleep. Around your house, I will creep. Eat me, or else… I sweep the kitchen one more time.