F. M. Y.

My body wants to stretch, I need to breathe
I need air in my muscles and my mind;
To slowly unwind all I daily wreathe
Where expectations, truths are intertwined

I slowly inhale, sink into a pose
My fat man’s yoga, done here in the den
And while ridiculous, as you’d suppose
It helps me feel
Like I’m myself

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