JohnReed.org | Sonnet # 76 / I’m only going to ask you for one thing. / From now on, I don’t want to have a name. / When you see me, just say “Hey,” or “Howdy,” / Or, “Oh, how lovely to see you this morning.” / Don’t say a word about the apostle, / who I was in the life before this one, / when Astor Place had a sky and no hotel, / and I was lithe and irritating, / with my dance moves and hopes and repartee. / From now on, don’t talk of what I became. / From now on, talk to my eyes and my skin. / And no introductions. And don’t call meJohn.