Near sixth grade's end, spring, nineteen seventy,
I became discontent with my identity,
and sought a name more sound, liturgically
(though I did not then understand the term).
To my given first name, which was only "Jerry,"
freak RandomHandy attached the epithet, "Fairy,"
with which he intended to make my soul squirm;
and his supply of random opportunity
was rather frequent and insidious.
Then "Jerry," detached and was absorbed, phonetically
and became, thus parted, "Januarius"---
in Orthodox Chrismation's spirituality.
J-Called