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