My mother crammed me with the legacy
of everything that brought me into being:
Kettelhack to honor father,
Blake, as her surname’s namesake,
and Guy, to put the lie to any slight
suggestion that a name need ever have
a provenance that you can trace.
She could not tell me why
she’d named me Guy.
through its sly
taste of anonymity
now gladly tug along the brace of history
embodied in that Kettelhack and Blake.
I do it for her sake, my dad’s and mine.
I like my name just fine.