Analysis of Elise

I was meant to be named Elise
but my aunt stole that name away from
my mother—from me

I never felt like an Elise anyways,
but even so I’ve always felt a strange ownership
of the name and when the girl named Elise sat
in the back of my painting class, I felt a kind of
kinship to her, perhaps in name or what might
have been in name.