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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • May 27
  • 1 min read

I fit into the square peg

I swear I can

If only for a minute

an hour

a year


But I can’t stay snuggled in perfect corners

the circle already calls

Look, no more sharp edges

I’m smooth now

fluid

I’ve slipped into the shape of change


I think I’ll stay here

a while

until the triangle points in the direction of three

Will I be entangled 

or finally free


Oh what a sight

Oh what a life

To shift, transform

different shapes

different sizes

Oh what a delight


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