my middle toe is bent
crudely rubbing the top
of my Birkenstock
moved to relationship
flicking off the ground
beneath my right foot
forgetting how it used to rest
on the cushion underneath
the soft skin of its waist stands awkwardly erect
posed forever downward dog
until it fuses again
with another bone
moved to relationship
by proximity
and shared tension
by a receptive capacity for joining
and a body that fights itself
with each swell it changes shape
and i learn to recognize myself, anew
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