issue three / reverie
Circles
Suchita Senthil Kumar
I
always go in circles
when it comes to you like one of
Maxwell’s electrons orbiting the nucleus
despite knowing that it will be swallowed whole.
When in Grade 4, I was the only student who could draw
circles without a compass and I think there’s a warning in there
somewhere for the way spiraling back to you comes so easily to me.
Circles with their completeness and lack of sharp edges represent understanding
which is a huge cosmic joke on our very existence because we never had the
opportunity to draw ourselves into a circle; we cut away into an edge and now
we’re a shape these mathematicians have not yet discovered. I can’t help but
wonder if this is a sign for us to bring into existence something so pristine
that the world would’ve to redefine shapes and dictionaries to espy even
a sector of our glory. Life is but a circle and thank God because
imagine navigating through a shape we don’t know how to
draw angles, rays or the 2piR circumference of.
See, I lose all hope for us because this poem
about you is the first time my
circle isn’t a perfect
one.
always go in circles
when it comes to you like one of
Maxwell’s electrons orbiting the nucleus
despite knowing that it will be swallowed whole.
When in Grade 4, I was the only student who could draw
circles without a compass and I think there’s a warning in there
somewhere for the way spiraling back to you comes so easily to me.
Circles with their completeness and lack of sharp edges represent understanding
which is a huge cosmic joke on our very existence because we never had the
opportunity to draw ourselves into a circle; we cut away into an edge and now
we’re a shape these mathematicians have not yet discovered. I can’t help but
wonder if this is a sign for us to bring into existence something so pristine
that the world would’ve to redefine shapes and dictionaries to espy even
a sector of our glory. Life is but a circle and thank God because
imagine navigating through a shape we don’t know how to
draw angles, rays or the 2piR circumference of.
See, I lose all hope for us because this poem
about you is the first time my
circle isn’t a perfect
one.
Suchita Senthil Kumar is a writer creating chaos from Bangalore, India. Her work has been published in Live Wire India, The Global Youth Review and Hooligan Magazine among others. She was a student of UNICEF's Voices of Youth Mediathon '21. She makes life decisions asking herself one question: Will Sirius Black be proud?