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Your New Name

I’m learning to say it now without shaking.

By Milan MilicPublished 7 months ago 1 min read

I changed your contact name three times,

Then hid the phone under a cushion

like it could smother the truth.

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In the grocery store I saw you

not you, exactly

your shoulders, your old laugh,

the way you lean into light.

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Someone said your new name

like it was a simple thing,

like opening a jar.

My throat did that small rebellion

It does when I’m trying to be brave.

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At home, I practiced in the steam

over a pot of rice,

watching my reflection wobble

in the stainless lid.

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It came out wrong at first

too sharp, too shy, too… mine.

I hated that last part.

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Your new name tastes like fresh paint,

like a room I don’t own anymore,

Like sweetness I can’t swallow fast.

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Still, I wrote it on a sticky note

and didn’t crumple it.

Some nights I touch the paper

just to prove my hands are steady-ish.

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Milan Milic

Hi, I’m Milan. I write about love, fear, money, and everything in between — wherever inspiration goes. My brain doesn’t stick to one genre.

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    Written by Milan Milic