A circle moment as big as me. I step in and out. Each undulation hula hoop round, a frisk, a foot, a wiggling toe. Then breakfast, a thimble’s eye of dough to make a ring thick as my finger. It’s baked, two chips at the top dark chocolate eyes. I bite. He bites. We bite. It bites. A strand of blue ringed octopus bites. And then again like the lashing of a wave or the flash of a wipeout or a circle moment as big as me.
