today i wanted to / call her by it / but couldn’t remember / (i could but i was / afraid that the sound / of her name escaping / my lips would make / me forget my place / in the world) // she cried / all there was / was her right hand / i didn’t tell her to stop / didn’t say things will be ok / faith was passed down to me / it didn’t take —Chiwan Choi, My Name is Wolf I realize only when I hear it that this is the third time my