You

You

you were my sea urchin  

my turtledove

but your name was also Acacia

my Cuban prostitute

my día tras día tras día

the absurdity of a loveless morning

yes, you have so many names I can’t single you out as a single person

my Juno

my next trick

but everything is such a lost cause

that it really doesn’t matter what I call you

the bathroom mirrors are all foggy

my bear with a half beard
my fifteen past seven
my hundred petal lotus