i had an ache i couldn't name.
like southerners who call all sodas coke,
i called it "pain."
propped along my collar bone,
it rolled in motions of devotion:
the chest the head, the heart
fissures gripping ghosts
it spurred a thirst for normal names--
a bloody nose,
a papercut, a sprain!
each object wants to own its own objection.
is inadvertent, this
accident of malady,
my stubborn, mum mistake.
i can't relieve it any better than
a baby, changed and wailing;
the hurt has swelled as big as infants' mouths