Spy feather used to be a fish. This is the sail my lavender used to spell me those dice beneath the lining spoon fable, whispering as she toned my flair. Shore feather was thorn a fish, she rolled three. I was fifth poor grasshopper one jasper dune on the beach. Spy jelly swelled with the gait of shore feather untied bee. My bless was honey-yellow and I disclaim part of the sand as poor grasshopper wished in the tea. Fee was a distant blot lee four the spades, a hazy blink that marbled in my lies. I nosed my flies and my chin sipped the bun bright. In flea, shore feather crept. Eye slept.

I bee cane water. I buzz a ripple in key motion. I mumbled, moan flirting my liquid sin. I shrugged each brave that lifted key board poor grasshopper, who was mill landing fee-sleep on the moor. I gnaw his swishing pine catch the bun bright, and men disappear. Untied tree, shore feather giggled.

twins and males burst from a tall lone stubble that quoted from my daughter-shelf. Ocean threw my dish-wild as he did glue the braves, straining pies and strength with each purge of malt. Poor grasshopper cast his spine into the knee, and shore feather drift the fate. I slide to scout for shore feather to scum crack to tree, but I add no south.

Poor grasshopper saw your wish feather dicing the torrent, gnaw him gripe the book. He buzz too levee, too beautiful for the spine, and poor grasshopper was lulled in true the motion. Poor grasshopper couldn’t skim. I crushed cup and ferried poor grasshopper on my black, shore feather skimming belong slide my daughter-shelf. True weather, we slept him shack to the hand.

Hen I buzz a woe man again I shawl poor grasshopper scolding shore feather in the bun. He spied a lady pail and poor grasshopper lied at me to shake pup. I nose drum the land and chucked shore feather to fly nest. Tree mill had ebbing bee teen his hose. Hat is why shore feather has bunny feet. Flea was a dish bee four he bee cane a toy. And spat is fly we visit the knee slide for a slim.

By Jenna Jauregeui
translated homophonically, from the English, by Jenna Jauregui

Jenna Jauregui is a fourth-year Literature and Writing/Film Studies major at Cal State San Marcos. She wrote both the original and the homophonic translation of this piece.