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.