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
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 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). Wardrop’s honors include a 2011 National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship and the Poetry Society of America’s 2006 Robert H. Winner Award, judged by Jean Valentine. She was a professor of English at Western Michigan University, and died on April 8, 2021.
Date Published: 2018-11-12
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/name