Named After

Like an unexpected child whose birth
will by her father pass by unknown,
each of my poems gets named after.

Named after being hacked out of pain,
after being pushed through its own scream,
just to have a pseudonym to call it.

Hardly worth the labor’s wait.
Named after every good name
will have long since been taken.

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