My old names,
Often haunt me.
Regardless of how many I’ve buried.
Do our many dead names,
Echo around us evermore?
Which selves,
Risk resurrection?
What identities,
Must remain locked,
& chained?
Experimental iterations,
Of what a person could be.
These mausoleums,
Grow heavy.
Weight upon my mind.
Dead Names. \\ Pseudonyms.
