Escaping - Katie Dey

I hope my life makes a pleasant shape

For the shapes around me, the lake and the waves

For they define me clearly, for they know what it is

My sides and vertices, my faces and width

They find my position, imposed upon space

My absence and silence, my presence and place

The higher my voice goes, the more I can feel

It feels like escaping, the less I can breathe

Like I’m not suppressing, like I’m making sense

No defining, resigning, defending, rescinding

Like I make sense

I don’t want revelation

I don’t want decay

I don’t want expectation

I don’t want shame

I want relaying

I want communiqué

I hope you are listening