He called me
everything
except my name.
As though
if he found
enough ugly words,
one of them
would finally become
the truth.
He forgot something.
Names
are given.
Labels
are thrown.
Only one of them
belongs
to the person
wearing it.
So I let
his words
fall to the floor.
They looked heavier
inside the message
than they ever did
inside me.
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