name
name is a windy thing
quiet down a hall
leaks through hinges
does it want to be caught?
I don’t know, tipped fangs, fire-points—
want to be caught?
I think people bundle a name with them from place to place
in a basement, a bottle
of wind
a bottle of turn-it-over
I have so much holler in me
Copyright © 2018 Daneen Wardrop. This poem originally appeared in The Cincinnati Review, Summer 2018. Used with permission of the author.
Daneen Wardrop
Daneen Wardrop was the author of four poetry collections: Silk Road (Etruscan Press, 2018); Life as It (Ashland Poetry Press, 2016), winner of the 2017 Independent Publisher Book Award; Cyclorama (Fordham University Press, 2015); and The Odds of Being (Silverfish Review Press, 2008). She iwas also the author of several works of literary criticism, including Emily Dickinson and the Labor of Clothing (University Press of New England, 2009).