Moniker

perhaps our names
are just locations for our bodies-
in space and time


what does it mean when someone has our name?
what does it means when no one does?


if I could index my finger
into the folds of your directory
what would I find?
as an enthusiast of your moniker,
I know how hard it is to name a thing
to repeat the name of a thing
and not squirm
as I tongue softly the up curves
sigh the down caves
and not squirm
as I fold into the meaning
which,
when stared so often as our own
when gurgled as a broken record-
kite strings pulled for our attention
begin to lose all meaning


pealed from labels
we are just a feeling
of: once having been known
which,
when divided so deftly from ourselves
when sweetly echoed by memory's loss-
kite strings released by our indiscretion

begin to lose all meaning