birth name
Sid Joyce-Farley
if i ever have a daughter––
my daughter, my son, my––my––my you
i will name him after the way my uncle says “Hi there!” to every stranger
after the careless way you fall when you know your friends are there to help you back up again after
the feeling of frost on the window melting under an infant’s sticky fingers for the first time.
when they ask, “boy or girl?”
i will say, “they are a galaxy”
i will say, “she is the infinite horizon”
i will say, “he is the kiss of a warm breeze on your cheek in the morning and he is its cold fingers
grasping in the night,”
try to mold your mouth cathedral like that.
i will name her Air, and Honeysuckle, and Fallen Needles In The Pine Grove. i will name him Light and Love
and Love
and Love.