when little tommy is afraid of what he has
he remembers how scary are the things he doesn’t:
how agonizing is beholding me of mr.queen
and the physical impossibility of death-huh?
-in the mind of someone living.
running down the stairs tommy calls
mamma mamma no you were right.
i don’t remember exactly which
but a life not dead teaches more than you might!
honey please go back to sleep
when miss st.clair can’t think of a good name
she remembers how good names anonymities have:
how pixelated faces or blurred criminals on her walls
are the most perfectly named of them all-
as long as henry’s untitled remains misunderstood.
jumping on her bed miss st.clair calls
mamma mamma why was i ill-taught?
i don’t remember exactly how
but a blank unfilled reveals all but hides naught!