The Beginning of a Name
by Conan Tan | November 20, 2023
So what if a name is a betrayal
of eyes? How the vowel catches
fire in the threat of tongue but
refuses to die. Every morning
begins with revolution: a boy learns
all the ways a body can break
into truth. & that is to say, a boy
learns to love. To stand in a crowd
& sharpen the blade of a voice.
To watch gunpowder kiss the sky
into light & stop pulling the safety
before walking out. Because
a pronoun can be so many violent
griefs: a trigger, a home, another name
for God. & because the bravest
thing a person can do is bear
the exit wound of being alive.
Words by Conan Tan. Art by Federica Pescini.