slipped right off the top
twice toasted toast on sandstone yeti lid
new style, spillproof
she knows herself well
the toast was not immune to
her carelessness
no safeguards
shielding the son
yet another loss
chock it up to being rushed, she would say
no one said anything
which made the mother pleased
she ran back into the house
grabbed a granola bar
returned outside
strapped the son into seat
she shuffled to hers
slurped milky weakened coffee
drive
he looked out the window
at freshly fallen
toast
and snow
they raced down the road
together
a bit too fast
toward preschool