A kind soul
messaged me
yesterday
I typed my response
and signed it
with my name
Suddenly—
I felt detached
from the name
I’ve been known by
I read my name—
one letter at a time
like relearning
the alphabet
The name first tagged
me to my face—
that face
a younger me
Why this drift
from my present self
It then tagged me
to something else—
unknown,
invisible,
colourless,
neutral
Then
I pressed—
send