Her Name (Written February 24)

Her Name


I could freeze her name in an ice cube

And drop it bleeding into the snow bank,

Or send it rolling down the hill


Into the river, away from here,

Into the bay and the deep chill

Of the ocean. Or I could hide it


In the basement or the attic, where

No one would look. Or I could write it

In a poem, in plain view for all


To see, for her to see, knowing

How much she hates the way I call

It out. For there comes a time


When I don’t care what she thinks.

It’s her name but my life. If it rhymes

It rhymes. It’s only a game.

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