Names of heat and names of light, names of collision in the dark, on the side of the bus, in the bark of the tree, in ballpoint pen on jeans and hands and the backs of matchbooks that then get lost. Names like pain cries, names like tombstones, names forgotten and reinvented, names forbidden and overused. Your name like a song I sing to myself.- Saying Your Names, Richard Siken
Your name like a song I sing to myself.