a name
the world should know
no name could be as sweet
sprinkled into a sentence
like sugar on a cake
a thousand tweets 
and expressing solidarity
rise up, take to the streets
I made sure the victims knew it was
a name I call myself
even though she tried to throw it out
with our laughter and bar nights and nicknames murmured
the few times I spoke that word. She, who threw out my DVD collection and the blue trike I still kept
because the red one had a few blemishes
and no blemishes would suit
a tear-streaked face
in a mirror
the tears were just from onions, really
I proposed to me
and accepted
but the words echoed
and died in glass