I wrote The Names between the summer of 2015 and the spring of 2016. Also, I wrote it between the summer of 2006 and the spring of 2014 (a lot of The Names was taken from my journals [many of the names were taken from my journals (I am speaking of erasure)]). Thus, things happen with time. A train from the office. The rind of an orange, flitting out. I sit down. I am going, I say, to get likes, my bio filled out nicely. Like: What are you doing with your life? And me like: The rind! The rind! The rind! The rind! its meaning fading slowly through the back of the train. In the poem, I am a solitary and joking figure, tender for objects, working in spaces. I look out to the names.