Your New Name
I’m learning to say it now without shaking.

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.
About the Creator
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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