My name streams from your mouth—
an adagio with indentations and
a scent of sacrifice.
I see my name
written in
grass style calligraphy.
I want to slide into each stroke
and swim with each stroke.
I am a dolphin swimming,
bobbing up and down
along the Wai’anae coast
I am afraid of drowning.
The dolphin in me says,
I love you.
Listening to my name is listening
to a command.
It is the act
of emptying out—
decanting the purification water
from a cruet.
Naming
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