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

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