Named Shamesake

I hate the way your name reminds me

how we used to be

I hate the way the ‘l’ stands tall 

 and lines up with the ‘P’

and ‘a’ and ‘u’ are in the centre;

vowels that spell my awe,

that definite, though ‘a’ is

I’m your shamesake, nothing more

I never thought the written word 

could have been quite so instrumental

in my mental disposition

now I’m chinese chicken

like that bitch, my predecessor

and my namesake, all the same

Who’d have thought?

that for all our differences

we’d be the same

ex-lovers- all in vain