Lime (a playlet)
In kitchen-time. With an of-course tempo.
: Love me some Holly-sap to snare chickadee-dee-dee.
: No more and no more dinner. See my house is flailing around me? No
more winged supper
: With hair, cement: use mine to bind this house. Now let me capture
it. Sugar me up.
: With that sap to remove all-skin? I'd rather.
: Good dry rivers have the clay-foot stomping we need we need for house.
: Me the mother lain too long in this spot and white them in every
doorjamb. Feed on my peel, slip slip.
: I am hungry in the daylight. Trap them, and feed me.
: A phosphor-glare. Where I am famous. Bird-stain famous.