Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Fabien called to say that he would be working this weekend in Chang Chun. Actually I already knew he would do that.

I'd been for my hot yoga class with an unquiet mind. Then watched the angry bits trickle out with the sweat. Went deeper into each stretch and filled my lungs to capacity. And the tired disapointed parts of our conversation puffed away with a slow and deliberate exhalation.

It felt good.

I as tender as my muscles. And I couldn't feel pissed off anymore even if I tried.

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