by Eli Chambers

i wish my name had
punched through your front teeth like an
exorcised devil

or

i wish you had carved
my name in estuaries
down and down each cheek

or

i wish you had puked
my name like sour sustenance
too much wine and flesh

and

thought you dropped my name
at the salvation army
in bags of bedsheets

but

i watched my name run
away from you and i hope
you never find it