Taking New Names
And what if each day we take
a new name? What if some time
night chooses? Ask me
about the burden of Achilles,
the gravity of hidden blood vessels.
But when I get to choose I would
choose the river’s. I would choose
where flow tide gathers mountain spawn.
I would choose eddy, the report
of spring thaw.
I would choose your name, for you
tender the volumes and edges
of love I have missed.
For you share the inner gales
after I twist the knife.