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Me
a name
the world should know
no name could be as sweet
sprinkled into a sentence
like sugar on a cake
 
me
a thousand tweets 
and expressing solidarity
rise up, take to the streets
I made sure the victims knew it was
 
me
a name I call myself
even though she tried to throw it out
with our laughter and bar nights and nicknames murmured
the few times I spoke that word. She, who threw out my DVD collection and the blue trike I still kept
because the red one had a few blemishes
and no blemishes would suit
 
me
a tear-streaked face
in a mirror
the tears were just from onions, really
I proposed to me
and accepted
but the words echoed
and died in glass