What’s in a name?
Syllables s t r e t c h e d in hopes to calm the retch
forming in the back of my throat
whenever I try
to force fondness,
to subside, to hide,
may I
be reminded that this name—
one I view with shame—
was not my first choice.
no, that was back in ‘19
sacked with several others,
burrowed nominations I believed brought salvation.
(Davey, Michael, Levi, Connor,
you all haunt me more
than a lamb to slaughter)
I settled on one which
didn’t squeeze my lungs,
but still I flinch an inch
when it falls from others’ lips.
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