How many ways can we say your name?
‘Maria’, and ‘Mary’, sometimes, Christmas and before, and
Grace, when suddenly, gladly,
We dance over the kitchen floor.
At the dishes, you are “Betty” —
Wedding rings off, and beside the sink…
In the garden, you are Constance;
You are ‘Emily’ when you think.
I’m happy you are neither Barbara nor Jessica, neither Francesca nor Peg…
When you’re beautiful, most beautiful…
Shining in onyx heels… …I can’t think your name.