Sitting by the glass doors
my back porch beyond
sipping coffee and
waiting for my
whole wheat English muffins—
that I made after
watching a Canadian demonstrate
her grandmother’s recipe—
to toast and
watching my online yoga instructor
who is
rotating his armpits
and
making sure his nipples
are over his thumbs
or maybe it is the other way round…
It’s going to be another long day.
This was written while I was trying to come up with a poem for the NaPoWriMo's crazy Day 3 prompt. As John Prine reminds us, "that's the way the world goes round."
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