my name? what is my name? i am sadness, i am grief, i am depression; i am sequence, numerals, binary; my name is many, few, a couple or so; i’m more, i’m less, i’m too much, i’m just right; i am the dead grass in the field, the rotting stump in your yard, the leaves in autumn falling to the ground and turning it red, red with my blood, brown with my shit, yellow with my tears; i am the living grapes on the vine that you pluck and eat, the worm on the sidewalk in the rain as it lays dying, the milkweeds blowing up and blowing away in clouds; my name is hot, cold, bright, dark, entrance, exit; i am living in the winter and dying in the summer, growing in the fall and shrinking in the spring; i’m jazz on a rainy night, skyscrapers that rise towards the sky; i’m statues that stand in the middle of the street, i’m a manhole cover in the sky; i’m six, i’m seven, i’m nine; my name is falling apart and away from me and i don’t know what to do.
nameless II
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Comments
This nameless series of yours is fascinating. As someone who changed my name and struggled a lot with my identity, this installment in particular really spoke to me. This is truly beautiful.
Would you do me the honor of checking out my piece called "This I Believe (Names)" ? I wonder if you'd relate to it at all (although I seem to have written about names in a much more literal sense than your more metaphorical names).
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