I get a little ditzy whenever someone says my name.
The syllables spill so fitly out the mouths of others.
I gander at their lips, try to form the movement in the same way.
But the word can never leave my mouth as tastefully.
I get a little flustered when someone yells my name.
Im quick to assume it’s a suitor calling.
A flirtatious alarm of one honoring a queen
I start thinking someone really loves me.
I get a little timid when someone whispers my name.
Initially I’m intrigued by the intimacy of the rhythm.
Thereafter I’m a musician suppressed from the music.
Is my name not deserving of being sung aloud?
— my name
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental