Call me a different name,
I hate my own.
Mother says she dreamt it,
meaning she didn’t put
any effort in it.
It just sounded nice.
Father went along,
he didn’t care.
But for some reason
his father’s name
is my middle name.
Which I don’t get.
I’m much more like the other.
The whole thing makes no sense.
I didn’t ask to be named this.
So, please, call me a different name,
any other name, please.

Carson Pytell is a poet living in a small town outside Albany, NY. His work has appeared in numerous venues online and is currently available or forthcoming in print from such publications as Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine, The Virginia Normal, NōD Magazine, Blue Moon Literary & Art Review, Spank the Carp, Crack the Spine, Futures Trading, Down in the Dirt, Gideon Poetry Review, and Children, Churches & Daddies, among others. His debut collection, First-Year (Alien Buddha Press, 2020), is available on Amazon, and his chapbook, Trails (Guerrilla Genesis Press, 2020), is in the works.

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