Named
We look to the names we find buried in earth and in ashes
in the water and winds of our bodies
We’re burrowed, mute-eyed, by incantations not meant, selves not given,
fake names with different outcomes
My open, tongueless mouth says cut it off! Cut it all
before I love you too much, before either of us has chance to look for,
not say, each other’s name
I want to hold you for eternity,
keep these name-tagged skins of this mother, this son,
these here ones
