The Naming
I do not know
If you are Katharine
or K.T.
or Kakky whose mother
tells of her dancing
I know only your name
that was chosen by queens
until someone
named you shrew
and you
dancing in your garden
did not resist
Shrewd shrouded
a worm spun silk
among poplar leaves
and the cottonwood sap sticks
to your tongue
bitter as cherries