As you know, A and I hang out quite a bit. Okay, maybe more than just hang out, but I don't want to divulge much more than that. I'm pretty shy. Some folks say I hide behind A. They say that I'm meek, and that at times I beseech myself of power. But that's just me, I say.
Sometimes I cling too much and let A take over. In words like Amoebae, reggae, florae . . . well you get the point. I practically dissapper. I'm weak. You can barely hear me at all. But look at that—you can hear me in hear. When A steps aside I'm quite clear, thank you very much. Stream, steam, beam, beast, peak, heal, head, appeal . . .
And the thing is, I love A. We've been together since Shakespeare. He may not be perfect, but I think of the times when we do work together well. He's dear to me. We shall forever share one heart.