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there's a wall of traffic between us...

you gesticulate wildly,
hands outstretched to the heavens praying,
"Oh God, listen!"
but there's an ambulance screaming hot headed siren
to an emergency more bloody than ours
how can anyone hear anything in this loud mouthed city?

i've thought
thousands of thoughts
said thousands of words to you when i'm alone
and i know
somewhere over the sirens and space
you still hear me
we're connected like that like
i'm thinking about peach pie
and at a sunny diner counter somewhere you're ordering a slice

there used to be a real, big wall between us
but we tore it down to reveal people we hadn't ever met
you clasp a faded photo of a pretty girl in your sweaty left fist and
shake it like an etch-a-sketch you hope will rearrange into my face
the me you remember is a late night TV fantasy
the you i remember is a mirage in the mouth of the thirsty

you'll pedal someplace
and drier
and warmer
a springtime desert in bloom
seeking infinitely intangible

Yoga Ruined My Life.

A couple of weeks ago I was explaining to a friend how my body has lost its formerly epic ability to process alcohol. I was volunteering to be the designated human for the night because I knew that I couldn't get drunk anyway: it just hurts too much anymore. He then asked a question that I couldn't articulately answer because I hadn't considered it: "How do you cultivate that?" I pinned it on my morning green smoothie habit (those damn dandelion greens, cleaning my liver up!) but this has been happening for awhile now, this loss of my ability to have fun.

When I look at it honestly, I can see that this all started when my yoga practice got serious again five years ago. It's the yoga, man! That glorious sweating and stretching, bending and twisting, gleaming and beaming! That bitchin' vehicle of self-awareness that has made my body so sensitive and me so sensitive to my body that I can no longer live as I once did. Yoga ruined my life.

The initial layer p…