they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

without saying a word.

when you go to hot yoga every saturday, you start to know people. but you never talk.
you just try to stand still between postures, facing forward, in the mirrored room with sweat dripping in your eye.
you try to breathe through your nose and focus on your gaze.
you try.
but the one guy in the back will simultaneously be losing gallons of water off of his body at once. like a waterfall, it will surge.
so your eyes will avert from your gaze and to the spectacle. and so will hers. and his.
and then, as you're getting ready to gaze back at your third eye or whatever it is you're supposed to stare at,
your eyes will all sort of meet in the in between.
and without saying a word, or moving a muscle, you will all know.
the buckets of sweat guy is grossing everyone out.

2 Comments:

  • At 11:18 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i don't remember how it is i came to follow you, but i want you to know that you are a beautiful girl. you're funny, you're courageous, you're intelligent... so many things i strive to be.

    you're an inspiration. whether you're still searching for yourself, or already see her in the mirror, to so many people,
    you've already arrived.

    i hope you have a wonderful week. i am so thankful for you, for this path you tread.

    half way across the globe,
    xo

     
  • At 1:31 PM, Anonymous jessi said…

    that's really sweet. thank you.

    -jessi

     

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