I’ve been doing yoga and jogging for like a month now, and at first the fact that I smoke cigarettes was really a stumbling block. I couldn’t take a deep breath, and by the time I had jogged to the end of the street I was ready to go into cardiac arrest. But I kept going and it got better; it made me want to smoke less and I was acquiring better lung capacity. Last night, however, I bought a pack of Pall Mall’s, smoked like one or two out the pack and went to bed. I get up this morning and those motherfuckers have fucked my shit up. I can’t take deep breaths and my endurance was shot. I don’t know what they put in those things but apparently whatever it is, has the ability to completely erase any sort of physical progress you’ve made. Of course, I’m too cheap to actually throw them out.
the water rushes in
and dilutes you until
there’s not even a
bad taste in my mouth.
you’re the pinprick
in the small of my back,
releasing endorphins and
bringing me into union
with the Universal Soul,
at least, I think you are.
my chakras align as we
slide into downward-
facing dog and I grip
the bedposts and bury
my face in organic cotton
sheets.
I would take Owen Pallett on a bear skin rug in front of my parent’s fireplace with my dear, old grandmother watching the whole spectacle.
