In this pose, stretch until you fall apart.
In this pose, fall into a dark matter.
In this pose, learn that nothing is as it seems.
In this pose, make a plea bargain.
In this pose, option to become a delusion or a distraction.
Hold for 10 breaths.
In this pose, forgive all his intrusions.
In this pose, let go of your stamp collection.
In this pose, render yourself useless.
In this pose, finetune your vocal chords.
In this pose, stuff all worldly gifts into a red stiletto.
In this pose, grow a thick skin.
In this pose, become a psychosomatic corpse.
In this pose, send all regrets to front.
In this pose, send all regrets to back.
In this pose, click control alt delete.
In this pose, never let them see you sweat.
Natasha Deonarain lives part-time between Arizona and Colorado. Her poems are published or forthcoming in Crack the Spine, Door is Ajar, Juked, NELLE, Rigorous, Packingtown Review, Thin Air Magazine, Dime Show Review, Prometheus Dreaming, and Canyon Voices Literary Magazine.
