I carried the namebefore I knew what to do with my mouth.It lay folded in melike a Sabbath coat—itch at the neck,rain held in the cuffs,waiting.Among other voices—their quick shine—I learned stillness.How it looks like sensewhen watched.God did not frighten me.It was the faces.A room tighteningas if air could be measured.Time wore that fear thin.Something…