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William Slaughter


How I Got My Name

My father
gave it to me
he was dying.
He was old.

His voice
was not his
voice. It came
from somewhere
else. I didn't

where it came
from. Else
I’d have trusted
his white hair.

I’d have
approached him
without my pride,
without my fear.

I didn’t know
what to ask him
for, or how
to make his name
my own.

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