how often
there is pleasure
simply in calling
a thing
by its name:
an "explanation,"
or a "problem,"
a "theory," or
a "claim."
Each term displayed
in its finest
before the mind
like a guest of honor
seated behind its
table at a banquet;
then, the facility
with which one's lips
will part,
and teeth
deflect the tongue;
and of course,
that thrilling feeling
of exquisite vulnerability
as, all of a sudden,
one more darling sachet
of air
abandons its lung.
