when someone else says your name I want to scream.
how dare they hold you in their mouth.
they don’t know how precious is their verbal cargo.
they toss it in front of me like the morning paper
and stare blankly while I stand laid out and bleeding
“jesus! aren’t you over him yet? ” is what I hear
but I refuse to answer rhetorical questions.
1-3-08
by shannon flanders
djlw
shannon wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aren-t-you-over-him-yet/
