On a Monday night we name her Tegan Elysium Wade and consider the variations: Teegan or Teagan. There's hope in her name. Faith. Faith. We pray together for her body to meet the spelling, to know the variations. And then she'll see and hear the middle name, a heaven for the little poet. She is already different and perhaps difficult. But we can't be certain. We can't be certain we'll stay together because we've given her name. There's no certainty in names or labels or the parts where we hold close and decide together there's no other name. And we love each other and for certain people that's enough. For certain people there's nothing in a name. For sure, though, we know her name already. We're certain we know us.
Author Bio:
Loren Kleinman’s poetry appeared in journals such as Drunken Boat, Nimrod and Paterson Literary Review. Her interviews appeared in IndieReader, USA Today and The Huffington Post. She is the author of The Dark Cave Between My Ribs, which was named the best poetry collection of the first half of 2014 by Entropy Magazine. Her third poetry collection, Breakable Things releases March 2015 (Winter Goose Publishing).
Author Bio:
Loren Kleinman’s poetry appeared in journals such as Drunken Boat, Nimrod and Paterson Literary Review. Her interviews appeared in IndieReader, USA Today and The Huffington Post. She is the author of The Dark Cave Between My Ribs, which was named the best poetry collection of the first half of 2014 by Entropy Magazine. Her third poetry collection, Breakable Things releases March 2015 (Winter Goose Publishing).
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