The first Saturday we were roommates,
Ripe walked into the room and
I was in a V
in downward dog,
my butt pointing towards the door.
“Sorry. I was almost
finished,” I tittered,
Ripe screamed that I must continue. How preposterous for me to stop my yoga routine for her. It was crucial
for us to be completely free in our space.
Court and Ripe in a Stratford inn
"I'm an MC. This is how I'm supposed to be."