Someone came in to ask
how are you
only I couldn't
quite hear the words,
I thought he was asking
who, who are you?
so I started to say
my name's Jordan
only I never
got past the vowel
I'm Joe
just Joe
call me Joe
then I stopped to think
maybe I really am
someone else
maybe all this never
happened
my friend looked so strange to me
till I felt his hand --
his hand took mine
and my hand shook.
Rochelle Ratner, Someday Songs: Poems toward a Personal History (BkMk Press, 1992)
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