pts

 the letters of my name

confer amongst themselves

quietly, at first

deciding how best

to rearrange

it is time

I will never be the same

and now

there must

be proof

which vowel should glide

to show the path of grief

which consonants can stand

shoulder to shoulder

fricative sentinels

of despair

the letters, jostle, louder, zealous

to make me choke

on my new name