what's your name?

the physician asks
her
who the president
is
and she responds
with a shrug,
what's your
name, he says,
and she looks
curiously at her
hands.
do you know what
day it is, he prods
gently
getting her to
look up
and stare into his
eyes. she smiles,
then turns her
attention
to a button
on her blouse,
but when you come
in to visit,
she says your
name, and for
now that means
everything.