left behind crackers

my 
god, these crackers

are so

dry

and stale.

a half sleeve

of pale salted squares.

i have crumbs all over me.

who left them here?

who's trying

to kill me?

not even

a swath

of peanut butter

or jelly

can save them.

i'm choking

on the soft

hard crumbles,

jagged

going down.

i'm gagging.

let me call you back

later.

that is

if i'm still around.