Rumpelstiltskin
wasn’t playing

Tore himself in half
once he was named

Naming
your cloud is 
most of the
work

It prefers
to stay
anonymous

Without a name to call it
one can’t conjure it
or dispel it

so what shades you
what is following you
what nameless 
block of gray is that 
riding over you

when you look for the stars
what is between you and them

what is stealing your baby
in return for a heap of straw
spun into gold

should you even
call that gold
that barn-shit straw
masquerading as gold

which lies of your parents
do you need to un-tell
what names should you give them
what names should you cry
to see them dispelled

Rumpelstiltskin
wasn’t playing
when he refused to give his name

and your cloud 
that storm above you
forever and always
isn’t saying a thing
you don’t already know 
somehow

Naming the cloud
is the main part of the work
that’s needed
to break the sky
to see stars