On the skin of a peach, the bum of a bee, the static on screens of old CRTs. Add Y to the end, and what name would grace ya? The first of an ursine with full alopecia.

Pallid face, Collared cape, Evening stroll, Nubile nape...

I’m round and small yet worth much more. I travel through hands and rest in stores. I have no voice, yet tales I tell, Of wishes made in wells I dwell.

What do Sir Isaac Newton, Steve Jobs, and Eve have in common?