names called out across the water,
names i called you behind your back,
sour and delicious, secret and unrepeatable,
the names of flowers that open only once,
shouted from balconies, shouted from rooftops,
or muffled by pillows, or whispered in sleep,
or caught in the throat like a lump of meat.
i try, i do. i try and try. a happy ending?
sure enough –– hello darling, welcome home.
i’ll call you darling, hold you tight. we are
not traitors but the lights go out. it’s dark.
"saying your names," richard siken