Where can I go with your name in my mouth?
It has sewn me shut with no word to offer.
I cannot, anymore, ask for a cup of tea,
Say hello when I pick up the phone,
Respond to my own name called out.
I am the dumb mute that denies the world.
To say the word, “I”
Would have me part my lips.
And I am too versed in the ways of you, love,
To surrender your name for my own.
part-broken, part-whole 
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Oh my gosh
This is awesome
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It sticks like my own skin
Slithering over my surrendered self.
What gives to wrap it around ?
What gives to inhale this whiff ?
Did you say it’s just a name ?
When it’s the mosaic that reflects from me.
What’s the name that’s me ?
What’s me that’s lost in a name ?
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