+ 9TH POEMS: During And After Spring Of My Sixth Grade Year

Near sixth grade's end, spring, nineteen seventy,

I became discontent with my identity,

and sought a name more sound, liturgically

(though I did not then understand the term).

To my given first name, which was only "Jerry,"

freak RandomHandy attached the epithet, "Fairy,"

with which he intended to make my soul squirm;

and his supply of random opportunity

was rather frequent and insidious.

Then "Jerry," detached and was absorbed, phonetically

and became, thus parted, "Januarius"---

in Orthodox Chrismation's spirituality.


J-Called

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