Thursday, December 23, 2010

Oy! Enough apologies!

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,
standing up.
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."

1 comment:

  1. Hm. Different from when you roomed with me I suppose. You know, when you were too afraid to ask if I would go with you to PICK UP YOUR BEDDING SO YOU COULD SLEEP.