Names There will be days when you misplace the name that others call you even the names you called yourself and when it happens, it is no use shouting for them like a dog who is far from home. It is no use posting notices on telephone poles or offering rewards for their safe return. The recollected self is a timid thing. She will creep in with her honest names whisper lurking motives in your ear hint to you your greatest infatuations only when she knows you are listening; only when your heart is soft enough to be dug open in such a way as to germinate and ripen into wisdom to send down roots and wait to see what other names will sprout up and surprise us all.
Jenna K Funkhouser is a poet and author living in Portland, Oregon, always trying to cross through the membrane of the sacred surrounding us. Her poetry has recently been published by Geez Magazine, the Saint Katherine Review, Ekphrastic Review, and As It Ought To Be, among others.