she is a boomerang that comes back to you
every time, she speaks only to you
in your own voice, not with that echo whisper
when you throw her out, she spins
around
with that whisper
you can’t hear her
her hate is a boomerang
her anger is a boomerang
her respect is a boomerang
her judgement is a boomerang
her fear is a boomerang
her joy is a boomerang
her joy is a boomerang
her joy is a boomerang
what you threw out comes hurtling back to you
be ready or she will hit you in the face
or the back of your head
if you turn and walk away