They call us by the wrong names
and we snicker at their ignorance.
When was the last time you stood
up when someone called for Pollux
while waiting at the doctors office?
And have you ever heard me
say: Hello, my name is
Castor, pleased to meet you.
Never.
Never.
I call you by your proper name
when I step out of the shower
and see you across the mirror.
You call me by my proper name
when my reflection rises in
the creek behind you house.
Can we blame them, these people
that name things… how could we?
They have never danced with diamond
bodies, hand in hand across the summer sky.
DQ 3/21/09
