My Name Is...

My hairs a mess. I’ve got no make up on.
I’m wearing sweats. And my expressions blank.
I have no face.
What time is it? Where am I?
My name is A. Mess.
My name is Who M. Eye.
And where have you all gone?
My name is Lost N. Not Found.


When you’re walking down the street
do you ever stop to wonder
what the other people are thinking?
Do you ever stop to wonder
what the other people see?
I do.
But only if they look interesting enough.
Otherwise, I don’t give a flying fuck.

I’m hungry. I’m tired.
My name is Lost.
Where did they go?
I focus on the sidewalk,
grey and hard,
everything else out of focus.
I watch my feet.
Bare feet.
Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left.
Stop.
Where am I going?
My upper body hurts. My legs are weak.
I need you.
Where’d you go?
Dear Bad Memory,
Please remember.
Remember what happened.
Let me know.
Love,
You know
Don’t you always know?
I miss you,
So let’s go for a walk
sometime.

I look up from my sidewalk focus.
I see their faces.
Horror-stricken.
Do I look that terrible?

“Are you okay, miss?” a short,
chubby old woman breathes.
I can see her breath.
Is it cold?
I can’t feel it…
My lips won’t move,
they open and close.
Open. Close. Open. Close. Open.
My name is Silent.
My name is Down N. Out.


Comfy. Fluffy. Soft. Warm
I feel. I can feel.
My name is Recuperating.
Where am I?
And who are you?
With the white coat
and the glasses.
Glasses.
So, what can’t you see?
Do you see what I see?
I think I’m blind.
Maybe I am.
Maybe you are.
Maybe we all are.
Where are my clothes?
Oh, on the chair.
Red chair.
White tile floor.
Red curtains.
It’s sunny.
I want to be in the sun.
Hot. Burning. Fire.
What if it exploded right now?
My name is Curious.
Blink. Sit up.
Wipe eyes with the
backs of my hands.
“Good morning,
how are you feeling?”
White Coat asks.
“My name is
Dr. Sherman.”
Doctor?
Doctors are in hospitals.
I’m in a hospital.
Why?
Why am I in a hospital?
I shake my head side to side
and stare at Dr. Sherman.
“Do you remember
two days ago?”
Shake head no.
“Yesterday?”
Shake head no.
“Can you walk?”
I pull off the white
soft covers and swing my
boney legs over the bedside.
I hop off and walk to the end of the bed.
I can walk. Shake head yes.
“Can you speak?”
Open. Close. Open. Close. Open.
My name is Silent.
“Would you like a change of clothes?”
Look down. Look up. Shake head no.
Walk to red chair by window.
“You don’t want those ones…”
Look up. Glare.
Look down at blood stained
sweats in my arms.
Scream. Remember.
My name is Horror-Stricken.
My name is Nostalgia.
My name is Down N. Out.