Don’t get too comfortable. You’ll fall asleep
and dreaming doesn’t count. You’d have to wait
and try again another time. Who needs
that kind of failure? Trust me. Spend some time
just following the dots and blobs of color,
those fireworks, on the inside of your eyes.
Just kidding. Don’t do that. It is all or
nothing with this meditation shit.
Give yourself a little mental spank
for every single time that you forget
to think of nothing. You’re breathing wrong. You stink
at this. So many other people don’t.
Think what benefits they get. You won’t.
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Portrait of the inside of my eye. With Sharpies. (Also note: kitchen table now has this black pattern. Grr.)
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I just read your excellent poem “She has found religion at the gym” over at Vagabond literature! Congratulations!
Thanks!