Name

Once things have a name, like energy, like
ennui, like love, they live differently, the rhythm
runs in skin once a tongue tumbles syllables
precisely worked to wear. Unborn children cry
in the night, bleating and beating to get out
of dreams and mistress fantasies. Even ugly girls
stretch and preen under a compliment, we all
writhe within the words to find a fit. A name
can become your whole world, even if
it was a wish on someone else's birthday.