What’s in a name, I ask, well aware
Marks will be deducted with absent
Quotation glyphs: oh, the pain of
Writing a life’s work in dialogue
When no one will ever be bothered
To read. Like a poem hidden
Inside an ad for a rundown car: tax expired but likely to last for another
Hundred thousand miles
Of continuous prose. I consider
Blank verse but want at least one
Rhyme to stretch across the bonnet,
Or boot – either will do. My name isUninspiring.
