I have been seeing your name everywhere. On a
magazine cover, one of the neon signs I saw yesterday in
Chelsea, on the pavement right by the yellow putrid snow
(that turned out to be anything but your name but I did think of your
name nonetheless)
People have been saying it too! On the phone,
A man was swearing at his assistant because she called you (or someone
with your name), when the awful man was supposed to have called you himself.
On tv, you were the producer, the director, and three of the actors.
I read one of Sylvia Plath's letters to her dearest of mothers last saturday and I thought,
how yours must be the dearest of names.
I say your name as I eat my kimchi chige for lunch, as if you are Jesus Christ of some sort.
Maybe I will make a pin, of your name, and pin it on my skin, just above my heart
So you will stay.

Nyc 2.14.14 pws