To-may-to To-mah-to
You say tomorrow
I say right now
Let’s call the whole thing off
An Hour or Two of Guided Meditation
The bathroom fan
chants while I
in half-lotus
pluck stubble from
my belly
Origins of the Milky Way
Supine
my breasts
happily
nourish no
one
Acquiesce
as in child’s pose—
the instructor tells us
to spread our knees
make room
for our bellies
to rest
my belly is full
of last night’s
excess
the liquor rolls
I roll with it
The Distance Formula
Each body has
its own
unique
rhythm
I’d rather
you
not listen
to mine
