Namesake

My name is a mouthful
it is neither here nor there
rootless, invented, like a plastic plant.

She talks too much
too much
too much
they say
they
don’t
know
that its because of the sheer constructedness of my name
I am addicted to constructing the world with words

If I had a small, short name
a syllable, maybe
I would be demure 
and shy, mysterious
as total and abrupt as a sigh
but my name goes on and on
and so do I.

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