[se] the poems we write

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

Evie's nose unintentionally wrinkles at the name Stone, certain that their child would be tortured by their peers with such a title. "Wordsworth is a terrible name for a child, so that nixes all surnames." She wouldn't want to lend any honor or credence to her father either, may he rot in his grave. Given the letter Amalia had shown her, Evie is quite happy to be the one to squash the Wordsworth line forever, with intent and malice.

Evie barks a laugh unexpectedly at the departure from real names, and then casts Deimos a feigned stink-eye for having startled it out of her. "I'm not deigning to write that one down," she responds haughtily, though her twitching lips give her away plainly. Tapping her pencil to her lips, she hums, wondering what in the world kind of name Kiada could have been thinking of. "Eremias? I can think of more girl names than boys starting with Ere unfortunately." Not to say that Kiada's name wasn't initially a girls name, so maybe they're chasing their tails without that context given Evie won't name a girl with that letter. "Eremon? Erebus?"

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me