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they don’t tell you
the circle of mushrooms may as well
be inevitable

seasons will choke,
leaving husks dense
with regret

they don’t tell you
to save yourself: you must be willing
to succumb to the pull

drowning is not so easy
as gulping water
or falling

listen

it does not matter where you step:
outcomes are different
than conclusions

your surrender:
affirmation
recourse

and perhaps when your lungs flood
with regret
and the surge of air wrests away
your pauses

you will be redeemed:

infinite circles
never unravel




Sasha Kim is currently a junior at Ringling College, studying illustration. When not wrestling with art, she drinks too much tea, reads, and can sometimes be coaxed into writing as well. This is her first published poem.
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