ARRIVING

May 08, 2024

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Before a soul receives its name,
it floats in the expanse of space
until it receives its purpose. 

What, then, do we make of names
& their bated breath—

My name would’ve been Patrick,
after my grandmother Patricia,
how the name rolled off her blade

sliced me in two when they decided
to name me Thomas, a name divid…

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