Resonating

Brick-colored eyes
I’ve wished to
take in
and wet it self
To mine, reflecting—

to measure
what I do not wish
alone
to measure

When I share
my voice
echoing back

It is only
these four
slick,
egg-shelled,
plastered
boards
that know,
what it is
impossible
for them to know.

Reverberating
what it cannot
Understand…

me.

-Susie E.