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You were named after a professor that studied plants.
& you got all awkward when you told me so.
So I had to do you one better
& tell you
that my name
phonetically
starts
like a tea kettles water
just beginning to boil.
It releases down the esophagus
to create a huge void that is filled
with shaded openness.
It picks back up
with the tongue
calling
its desires forward.
Even though it will never be enough.
My name ends with a slam
of exhaled breath.
It is an endless resonance
that travels beyond the
knowings of time and space.

-sonja lynn mata