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A name, lost

February 18, 2012

Overnight, she lost her name. It disappeared off identification and credit cards, from her stacks of mail, and off her hard drives. She stared at her palms, trying to draw it from her skin.

She embraced the beauty of loss. No one could interrupt her stretches of thought with a phone call—they no longer connected her to a jumble of numbers. Without a name, she could decide next steps from her heart, not her head. And the man yelling Hey, you! from across the street wasn’t rude. He was just seeing all she had become.

2 comments

  1. Very interesting. (I was lured in, reading your twitter feed last night…)


  2. Al_Pal, thanks for stopping by…always happy to lure you in!



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