What fruit art thou, my sweetie pie, my cutie pie?
I am a wild blackberry pie, born to run free with my feet on the earth.
A wild blackberry pie. Art thou a pure part of nature?
I am nature, and so art thou.
Remember when you came in with leaves in your fur? You wore them like a crown.
I am a king, and thou art a queen.
Is every being sovereign?
Aye, and every being is majestic.
Even a centipede?
Verily, and they know things, with a wealth of time on Earth.
And they taste good to you?
As sweet as pie.
As sweet as my wild blackberry pie?
Not possible. Now let’s sleep.
Erin Harris 