A Leftover Crust

I pushed past the fabric and climbed up a chair leg. Hi. On the table, someone left a ceramic plate. There was a single pizza crust edge resting in crumbs. I stared at it for a whole minute. Then I leaned in and bit right into the crunchy corner. It was salty, slightly cold, and distinctly someone else's. I stood there chewing very slowly. It was good