What—or who—formed this shape?
am I a trapezoid trying to be a triangle
or a triangle trying to blow myself
up into a cone?
not sure

pokey though
pokey and prodding,
peeking out and stretching
my angles as far as they will
s    t   r   e   t   c   h

it could have been her
with all the no’s
it could have been him
with all the passivity
it could have been me
a round ball in the beginning

but I bounced back,
eventually
finding the format that suits me best
(I may have been fourteen)
I’d had enough

and now I stand
angular as ever
unable to fit into the
cookie cutter they’d imagined

instead
looking up from one edge
and down from a corner
I see myself, the perfect
unnamable shape,
formed by my own desires.