Name

I always thought your name would
be so much more badass,
Like Domino Harvey, Adri Bruno,
sharp,
unexpected, the way paper
Has a way of slipping through your skin layers
And stinging
Not the name of an angel, or
boy-band, leather pants, blonde boy
Repeat that five times, and call it pop
I always thought it would taste more like
licking keys,
Give me a stomach pain, make my nose wrinkle like
a whiff of gasoline,
cause the temperature to drop and nausea
I always thought it should cause the same physical
Impact as you did,
that same feverish anxiety,
But it just smiled ignorantly, your name as annoyingly
happy and oblivious as lousy barney songs
and the
Hopeless Brady bunch.