A name is a distance between one heart and another
A name, a proper one must be licked properly
You have three names:
One to brush the hairs on your skin
Another to tug your heart
And one to put you on a leash
Some names are so sweet they melt
On your tongue and light you up
Head to toes
Some names are so sour they make
You question existence.
A name is a fallen soldier with no tag
Like a dog in the streets of Kinshasa.
And there’s the way babies snatch the whole of you
They lift the veil wrapped tightly around you
Their eyes not knowing what they are seeing
Or feeling what they are seeing.
So you hide your name in your breast pocket
And forget it altogether
Even when it’s printed on billboards
And you pass it by everyday
On your way to epic stuff
A life is how many times
You walked and ran
The length of your name
Sliding and climbing
One letter to the next
And falling, yes, falling a lot
While your shadow takes your name
From the breast pocket
And goes around causing déjà vus all over the place.