Foyer
Hang on I'm trying
to figure something out here.
One is never assigned
the reflexive task
of naming one's self.
We so rarely see ourselves
so we rarely see enough
to know what to call ourselves.
Naming a person differs
from naming a band,
we're not telling the world
something about us --
the world is telling us
something about us.
Naming a person differs
from naming a dormitory,
we're not helping the world
remember who someone is --
we're helping the world
remember who they aren't.
Call me
Funny Seashell Smell.
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