I
force my breath to behave,
slow-easing
tension into downward
dog
as upside down blood
rushes
to my head like fears
I
forgot pinched cold my skin at night--
yoga
makes me realize where I’m not opening up--
I
topple onto the mat because my
left
leg gave out but so did my
memories.
cloudy light cuts
dust
into a million small things
and
cuts into me like who are
you,
precious worrier
nostrils
flared with exertion, stretching
arched
foot to ceiling, pressing palms so heavy
into
ground, one would think you’re
holding
back water from flooding
a
dam (maybe I am), stomach
tightening
with weak inability--
what
have you to be worried of
you
flesh and bone,
you
synapses and fleeting sadness?
the
tension hinged in my elbows catches
me
soft as I remember how
vastness
swallows us all.
printed
on my skin: the map
of
the cosmos that trails
heavy
onward, spirals into my
hip-bones,
does not let me
follow
as it takes each soul
heavenward
and perhaps
(who
are we to say)
beyond.
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