Around
I walk in circles.
Then I walk in bigger circles.
My mom tells me to walk to the store.
But I’m too tired to be outside.
Inside is just easier.
I’m still drawing my circles like an ice skater,
And I’m imagining each circle is a different color, and some are sparkling…
I learned that in the hospital.
That’s all we had.
All of us circling, at our own pace, in our own heads.
Around and around that horrible place.
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