I've been in the desert for years now, My name hanging heavy From my neck, all I want is a future Where I'm not sifting through the sand for hints Of glass, pieces of a self I want to become. If the best of me is a handful of days I haven't lived yet, make each day Into a room where I can sleep soundly, Let me pass from room to room And throw all the windows open. In this echo chamber, I throw my voice Until it sounds bigger than what I fear Becoming, until it is all I can become, And still it isn't enough—please, cut my name From my neck, move the letters around Until I have a new name, make my voice Bigger than it is, make me more than All of this