started drawing circles
and found he couldn't stop
i know that i can’t either
to break this round, repetitive hell,
i know i must change direction -
i will my fingers to move in straighter lines,
to shuffle forwards by force
i don't stop
falling in and in and in
an orbit laid out for me
long before i was born
i want to know if he gets motion sickness
do we both
choke back vomit as we
revolve ceaselessly around a fixed point.
there is nothing new in a circle—
only the familiar promise:
what once was shall come again.
spinning always left across the same ground.
i will die inside this body,
you cannot let me out
it is circles
all the ways down...
© Jolliff Seville 2020