cheat

or a poem (mostly) made out of the letters of my name
(from a workshop that I led at the Potentialis Center)

lean as a pen
in the lie of exile
alexis's skin is a lax prison guard
six signs towards up
a line that sails
an axe that slips
a spin that lisps
a lai, a lapa, a lap, a sip, a pal, a lip
that is not for sale

a better poem
by Garrett Franklin Wilkins age 7
(made from his name @ Potentialis)

get a rat an' slap it tar.
an' take it far in a star.
lie it in the star an' skin it neat.