Rae Armantrout, from “Up to Speed” I guess I was feeling thirsty. So thirsty I posted a triptych of photos of me doing yoga in a park, zoomed in a little too close so it’s mostly man-thigh, old-man forearm veins and a garish running tank Andre Agassi would have worn to practice in his prime. I slapped on a Radiohead song that my yoga teacher likes, a couple dozen people viewed it and I managed to not feel mortified.
I laughed out loud at "I don’t know what his relationship is like with his mom, but he’d get along great with mine." :)