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Flexibility

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Feet pressed into the mat
she rises
arms extended
reaching
every imperfection
falling away
as she lengthens
each scar, swell, roll
wrinkle, grinding bone
all the measures
she misses outside
immaterial here

She is fluidity
in chaos
secure in this darkened room
where only candles glow
soft breeze dancing across her skin
music matched to each movement:
forward bend, lunge, plank, down dog, cobra, tree, dancer, willow, star, airplane, diving plane, mountain, warrior, lovers hands

“You give so much,”
whispers the calm voice,
urging her onward.
“Every day is different.
Every body different.
Trust yourself.
Listen to only your body.
Challenge yourself.
Lose your balance.
Try again.
There is no right or wrong.”

For this one hour
there are no phones
desks
or children needing
no discord or dis-ease
only her breath
slow and steady
her muscles shaking
as she holds herself
damp from perspiration and uncertainty
she has never been more beautiful
serene, content, fulfilled,
perfect

Her love strengthening
with every pose
she is ready to bend farther
extend even more
in all light

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 3

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Toppings

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Her brown shoulders bare
but for the merest of white silken straps
she glides
into the glass wrapped
dining room
in her size 0
backless
low-front-cut
dress
slips into the ocher chair
pulled back for her
by the disembodied
dark hair dusted hand

Padma then eats

Plate after plate is tendered
she sups on the finest morsels
fashioned by eleven astounding chefs

Her perfection
breached
by that one long scar
on her arm
which allows us
to almost believe
she is not so dissimilar to us
that the burger we clutch
could yet be transmuted
to divine truffle risotto
that we
too
can eat more than our fill
brush the crumbs from our laps

and rise
tall and willowy
smiling
into the camera
disgorging judgment

February 2014
Julie Ayers