Sonnet for my new name
Did you wait for me
in the riverbed, under
a smooth stone?
Did I have to earn you,
like a Chicago summer?
A seed sprouting
in harsh conditions?
Stand in a long line
full of crossed fingers,
all the while
you lit up the marquee.
Can I keep you?
When they call
you, will I turn my head?
Found In Volume 53, No. 03
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