Unname
Naming a person is a hand on their spine,
a meeting of eyes,
a final fault line
caving into recognition.
You will call me by name
and i am a petri dish,
a diagram,
a pet fish in an empty bowl.
To speak your name is to touch you
and your language is static against my skin
and I don’t want to say
that I love you
every time I say hello.
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