Snack
I peck away at the keyboard in my lap
words
thoughts
ideas
collecting
And I take a bite of something or another
to eat
it goes down the wrong way
There is no one in the hotel room
where I live
but me
Someday I will die
on a piece of food
or in some other simple way
After all I’ve that been through
the ordinary will be
my undoing
it will be the biggest mystery of them all
and it will come from the most common of things
And I will die with a smile on my face
just like I lived.
