Why does it need a name?
Can it not exist without being titled
in an obscure and loosely related
fashion that will be glimpsed briefly
before being forgotten forever?
The name is me and I am all that
it is that matters about it.
Crude, basic, nothing – my name
is that which will be passed over
for the words that flow beyond me
into the shadow of my pen.
The name has no meaning and yet
is everything to me. Why does it
need a name?