Chaturanga.
Sticky palms push into rubber mats
like bakers kneading yeasty dough.
I take deep, humid breaths
Hips over heads
Heat fills my lungs
as salty rivulets rush down my limbs.
Downward dogs
pant and plead for relief.
We create a red-faced row
of side angles in stretchy pants
seeking inner peace
at $20 for 75 minutes.
I stretch my arms upward,
reaching for enlightenment
while armpits become geysers.
My third eye is blinded
by dripping sweat.
Namaste.
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Love this:) Funny and spot-on. Especially the line with the panting downward dogs…I picture Lululemon-clad disciples packed in a room!
This is great. Fantastic imagery! Definitely can relate to this.