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there's a wall of traffic between us...

you gesticulate wildly, hands outstretched to the heavens praying, "Oh God, listen!" but there's an ambulance screaming hot headed siren to an emergency more bloody than ours how can anyone hear anything in this loud mouthed city? i've thought thousands of thoughts said thousands of words to you when i'm alone and i know somewhere over the sirens and space you still hear me we're connected like that like i'm thinking about peach pie and at a sunny diner counter somewhere you're ordering a slice there used to be a real, big wall between us but we tore it down to reveal people we hadn't ever met you clasp a faded photo of a pretty girl in your sweaty left fist and shake it like an etch-a-sketch you hope will rearrange into my face the me you remember is a late night TV fantasy the you i remember is a mirage in the mouth of the thirsty you'll pedal someplace greener and drier and warmer a springtime desert in bloom see

Yoga Ruined My Life.

The Goddess of Never Not Broken A couple of weeks ago I was explaining to a friend how my body has lost its formerly epic ability to process alcohol. I was volunteering to be the designated human for the night because I knew that I couldn't get drunk anyway: it just hurts too much anymore. He then asked a question that I couldn't articulately answer because I hadn't considered it: "How do you cultivate that?" I pinned it on my morning green smoothie habit (those damn dandelion greens, cleaning my liver up!) but this has been happening for awhile now, this loss of my ability to have fun. When I look at it honestly, I can see that this all started when my yoga practice got serious again five years ago. It's the yoga, man! That glorious sweating and stretching, bending and twisting, gleaming and beaming! That bitchin' vehicle of self-awareness that has made my body so sensitive and me so sensitive to my body that I can no longer live as I once did. Yoga