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.