Edgar was a rosebush.
Lilith was a rosebush.
They were the same rosebush.
to different names
depending on who invoked them.
They ran a little wild and
took up more than their planned space.
The huge blooms more than compensated.
After hours Edgar Lilith did try to understand
who was truly who and why it was so
but in the end they gave up
when their scent shut all that down.
They’d heard there was a quote
about names and roses in some book
but they were proof enough. Didn’t
need Shakespeare or anyone else
to make them love their names and self.
Who was Shakespeare, anyway,
but a bunch of names over time
and just one the world had settled on?
They were Edgar Lilith. Whatever’s
in a name, they were as settled on it
as the people who called upon them
and their blooms grew huge and fragrant
as they grew as large and wild
as their doubled name would allow.