they taste like the Tinge of Chapulines
glistening in the Morning Dew then Gathered
for the Harvest. Adesalambrar La La.
I find them In my Palabras, that Shoot
from the Tips of my Keyboard fastened
to another set of Archas. Believe
me, there's Nothing I can do to Stop them.
They pursue me with Kindness and they Ask
for forgiveness. Take these Words and these Breaths
in the Place of an Apology. Cease
Edith what are you doing with so Much
Stress? Is that all you Sing to your People?
I can also Play Tunes on My Whistle.