2012-12-27T11:02:43-08:00December 27th, 2012|Musings on life|

The strange appeal of hot yoga

I pay a stranger
to boss me around
in a sweaty room while my legs burn
and my heart beats so hard
I feel it in my feet
but after it’s over
as I lie there
in the darkness
a lump of limp bones
I want to track her down
the teacher with the scratchy voice
and ask her

how did you do that
contort me
to wring out
my regret

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