My name is thank you.
My name is I'm sorry.
My name is excuse me.
My name is whatever fits best in your mouth.
Whatever makes what fits in my mouth more palatable to you.
Nothing fits in my mouth anymore.
Words tumble out like broken glass,
like a dish that was too heavy for me to carry.
It's terrifying
watching you roll
in the glass at
my feet
like it is the softest bed.
My name is your name
repeated a thousand times over.
A soliloquy of everything that I am not.
My name is no longer mine,
but it is not anybody else's.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoetryLiterally, just a bunch of poetry all smushed into one place.
