To tell a thing your name is to give it power over you,
I swear by this, I explain it to a room full of old Catholic women,
who try hard to remember if I am wrong when I say
that evil knows this, that no one knows the devil's real name,
that fear is nameless and faceless and it won't volunteer the information
you could use to force it out of your heart and back into the dark.
I give my demons names but they won't come to them when I call.
I plead with them to finish what they started and they laugh
because they know I haven't actually figured out who they are.
I can't look in the mirror. No one ever gave me anything to call myself.
I can't surrender. This body is not my dominion. This soul is not mine.

08/15/2010

Posted on 08/15/2010
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