I'm the little mouse
searching for those fallen crumbs,
for those empty calorie-less crumbs,
kept up all night
by those stomach rumbling fallen crumbs,
pleading (between bites) for a daydream crumb
to greedily consume
never asking from where they have come,
It's messy and moist.
I fumbled with the banana bread left on the table, cooling.
I ate two slices with milk before bed.