i wanted you lyin’
i thought i’d call you kyle
but then i thought
ryan.
ryan would be a perfect name
for a giantyan
for the man of my dreams
and the prediction
of my ant.
my little steamboat
who could not
cross the ocean
without wings
or without
her floating
and god damn ryan
don’t you like your name yet
ryan
i named you for a giant
it might have been andromedan
or like from
some coffee
or from some softly singing stardust
coming down on me
for being god.
