i like the look & sound of shapes & how you can feel the contours of their bodies with your eyes & roll the edges of their forms around your mouth to make words like circle a shape that returns to itself like hands on a clock face or a horse on a merry-go-round even an oval a cousin of the circle has its beauty in the portrait of a child caught in the frame of a skipping rope or the profile of a perfectly sliced egg i like the shape of a triangle its corners matched in number to its sides & how if you take hold of one of those sides it will scoop you up & send your feet flaying your hair awry & how each of those sides in an orchestra refuses to ring unless held by a scrap of string then there are squares their corniced edges perfectly aligned on a pizza box, a checker board or a piece of toast waiting in its metallic pouch to be sent down into the mines to look for diamonds which are glorified squares turned on their sides & of course there’s all that money thrown into oblong notes, bricks & mortar, or if you’d prefer the word rectangle which makes the sound of the shape more sharply felt on your gums but really my favourite is hexagon which can tessellate & has a bee-hive-strong ability to leave no wasted space i like the look & sound of shapes