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Babe

i am not
“your girl.”

not your babe,
your chick,
your love.

who am i?
you yourself do not even know!
so you may call me:
nothing.

my name, maybe,
in that hollow way people speak
of things they don’t understand.

say my name even though
your tongue will grate over it,
and it will be foreign in your mouth.

i am not a word,
but a concept.
unspeakable,
and certainly incomprehensible
to you.

so go ahead,
and try to take my name.
you can’t have it.
it is intangible
and you are catching nothing
but smoke.

--Ashley F., Adult