By Another’s Name

 

 
 
 
let me tell you what I know

the morning was windy & sunny & cold

 

the grapefruit La Croix was losing bubbles

on the bedside table

 

I would be    best case

an hour late for work

 

when I was     in the middle of it

called     quite tenderly

 

by another’s name       one imagines

a thousand fishhooks

 

dragging through the sheets

or that our pillows     our mouths

 

might suddenly fill

with chips of glass

 

oh but honey      I know I’m no one

I stopped to wave

 

as he went past
 
 
 

Mikey Swanberg holds an MFA from the University of Wisconsin - Madison, and is the author of the chapbook Zen and the art of Bicycle Delivery (Rabbit Catastrophe Press). He is a recipient of the Jane Vance award for poetry, and lives in Chicago.