“The gentry protect their names like hymens,They suck their names like thumbs,But they sign their names and something happens.While Zimmer, I can write, Zimmer,All day, and nothing happens.”
“I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)”
“I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.”
“A girl takes my tongue, signs her name& asks me how do I like it?”
“Mac." He said my name and laughed. "What a name for something like you. Mac.”
“I hate alliterative names. They suck.”