I just ate something

with chicken fat in it.

Wait, it gets worse.

It was a dog biscuit.

As I’m making my vegan oatmeal

I see these cracker-like things on the stove

and I don’t know better than trying a piece.

It tasted weird.

Later on

I saw my roommate

feeding them

to her happy dog.

Oh well,

forgive me, dear bird.

You were organic, I am told,

which means that maybe you saw the sun 

a couple of times

before they cut your throat.

I feel like I’ve been poisoned,

but like most things

it’s just my fault.