Tell me your name again? My name is Pegasus. What do you do? I fly although I’m a horse—in this way I represent poetry. And how did you get your start? I ate some poems by Pindar: they were called “Odes”. Where did you find these Odes? They had been dropped among the hot, fragrant sage bushes that grow on Mt. Ida. What happened after you ate them? I became ex-ophthalmic, felt a shivering in my shoulders—as if ice was in my neck—and my breath became sweet and then my feet left the ground. Did this worry you at all? No for I was faster than the quick leaves off the Sycamores, faster than the clouds of superstition, quick as the syllabic crickets I’d always admired.