Doux

Skype

After a month of having
my name butchered by
foreign tongues
I ask my mother
why couldn't you have named me
something
simpler?

My mother laughs.
You never liked your name
anyway.
Her voice is lined with the static
of bad internet.
She blurs over skype

and I forget her face
sometimes.

Is it forgetting or
like names
does love too distort
over distance
trying to shape a place
and belong where
it wasn't born.