Abstract
In this poetic exploration, I riff off the poem “There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly” to capture how negative consequences may ensue despite our best intentions. I consider how language evolves and, as it does so, how it continually requires that we change. I offer too that these dynamics are best engaged through tolerance, generosity, and grace.
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