Inhale. Exhale. Stretch and pose.
Focusing so hard: I forget to breathe.
Downward dog.
Wrists hurt with the strain of pushing my weight on them.
“Four more breaths,” she says. Hurry up, I think.
Standing position. Left foot resting on my right thigh as I balance on one leg.
Wobble. Sway. Focus, focus, focus.
Remain upright. Do I feel at one with myself; at peace with myself?
Palms together in front of me, as if in prayer: my body a temple?
I pray to no-one.
Lying on the floor. Essential oils.
I think of fish oil and swallow my laughter.
(This is *not* me, although this guy and I do have the same hair, but that’s where the similarities end).
MY MASHED UP LIFE 
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