More or Less

I’m convinced a body
doesn’t need a house
without a name. Perhaps
that’s what we mean
by silence. But that’s too facile.
If this is a joke it isn’t
going anywhere. Let me
pronounce your name,
and then we’ll see about
all the rest. Take a guess.
Mine you could fit
within the space of the breath
it takes to say. More or less.
You knew I was going there.
Which is not to say
you’re any less without a name,
or any more without.
It’s just that that’s the way
we go about these things.
What was your name again?