Something that fits
In my palm
Something you don't
want to stomp on
With those feet.
Something so small
I don't know
What it's called
Something so bright
As a
Sweet
Apple
That I wonder
If this something
Is allowed
to be
Swallowed
I pick it up
With my
Tiny fingers
I pop it in
My mouth
Like
what
Mom does
With these things
She calls "pills"
And I swallowed
Then I could not breathe,
And I panicked
Coughed
It stuck in my throat,
Turning me the color
Of the toy
That's
In my throat
And then
Remembered
What it was
Called.