NAMELESS

by Elliot Ian Ross

I'm already taking a shotgun to the swallows
barking into a jar of homebrew
howling at the coyotes
GOING MAD at 25
The mosquitoes all grow drunk from my blood
and I dance around in my underwear
and I dance around naked
and I dance around, just a skeleton
in a swamp noone knows about
and I've been thinking all along
I never told anyone my name.