When I speak of chips,
dear reader,
think not of computers
but of something more toothsome,
of how life melts at times
sweetly on the tongue
(or floor);
it matters not where the stickiness,
but only that it was,
and that it,
so rich in paradox,
awakened us
to dreams,
and to the irrefutable truth
that
— like ants —
there can never be just one.