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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.
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Angelica Tao
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