It's a wave, isn't it? Not a particle,
A fresh, cool wave so why am I flushed
and not washed?
Why dirtier than before?
On the subject of our names.
They're so embracing,
thinking they're all us
and swallowing themselves
into our nausea.
Yet we never quite die on the spot.
We put off being what we're called,
we take the hint.