How You Discovered Your Name

You were greedy for the baptism of language.
You heard the syllables around your crib,
That splashed while you slept—
Echoed in your ears
In woolen tones,
Cloudy and unformed.

Then you heard the sound when you awakened-
The repeated word
Spoken by all who beheld you,
And you reached for it
As if it were a bit of colored string
Or the glint of a spoon.

It grew into your body,
The texture of your name,
And one day you noticed it
Wrapped around your skin,
Wet and slick,
Clinging to your flesh—
A gleaming seal skin

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