my first name

calling me by my first name
he says its him
I know, I say
how do you know?
I know the sound of your voice
Oh!

a stone a pebble
under your tongue

my first name
to anyone
anywhere
that's how it is here

but the sound of my first name
in your tongue
in the sound of the air
passing through teeth
your tongue
touching the sky of your mouth
saying my first name
me
pebbles
small stones
washed in the river of your
American saliva
my first name
me
Socrates
walking by the ocean
practicing his speech
not stuttering anymore
the sound of my first name
under your tongue
I imagine there must be some Greek in you...