—Pronunciation: kī–ō’–tē, chiefly Western kī’–ōt
After years away,
I met you again on the tongue
of an old friend from home. Kī’–ōt.
Trotting through sagebrush. Wild
by any name. I’d moved to a green isle city
that pronounced you kī–ō’–tē
and abandoned you by the side of the road.
I’d forgotten your silver, slope-shouldered form
You’re not a citizen of language or memory,
but I am. Changing your name
was a betrayal of home
born of living among outsiders,
born of looking back through outsiders’ eyes
at interchangeable houses landscaped
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