The length of a name


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.


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