The dog is huge
He barks
all the time /at everyone, as if he wanted to tear out our hearts
and put them in his feeding bowl
next to the calf’s liver— bleeding
We do have a deal though,
I’d prefer
a silent glance, I say,
respectful nods—
I practice headstand on a dragon’s tongue, a black hole’s chest, next
to the bleeding liver bowl, small steps, a riddle,
scribbled in pink chalk strokes on a random sidewalk in a foreign place,
“Don’t ya worry too much” he says, shooing flees off his furry head
The globe spins sidewards like a crab, I count
to ten “We all fall,
all the time”
says the lady with frizzy blue hair a the check out
Just between us,
I could headstand as a child, which proves:
the fear of falling is a learned fear, I fall prey –to the night
while deer drink dew off autumn-aching leaves, while birds pick bugs from the sleeping dragon’s teeth, and “suddenly–
it’s easy”, says the dog, licking his feet, refuses though
to take pictures of me in a headstand, balancing the pregnant donut moon,
in the supermarket aisle, on a polished red Ferrari hood, a light september rain
paints dark dots on my path,
almost breadcrumbs, sparkling, leading
down the lane,
a traffic light,
a crow /bakasana —in flight
a crossroad.
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hey there. anyone around still? i’m totally into yoga at the moment and while standing on my head, the words seem to come back. smiles. see you around
