Circles in my shoulder blades. Disney movies. Two weasels smoking in an alley. Fantasia and a puff of smoke. Dolphins blow circular bubble rings to swim through as play. Humpbacks blow fibonacci sequences to feed on krill. Bright white circle lights for TikTok sensations.
Cellular level. Calling my DNA on my two-way. The curling of a phone chord – the ones attached to the wall in the kitchen that could uncoil to the living room, the dining room, to the top of the stairs. Downstairs my friends had a party line and call-waiting. We had yelling and patience. Impatience. Running to the answering machine after school to check the messages.
That analogue/digital sound of clicks and tape turning over.
where rivers are born 