hot yoga

16 march 2026

it’s the 97th oscars but i miss the 93rd

my stomach is empty

the house is hot

the sun comes through one window

then through the other

i can’t go anywhere without spending ten dollars

so i’ll just stay home

in this hot house

drinking broth

and tonight i’ll do hot yoga

at least my car works

and my mom is coming

there’s an apartment

and a yoga mat

but i’m not looking forward all the time

because these days i dream of that nice meal

from that nice boy

and then i begin my day checking all the silver cars

i’m starving

i’m dramatic

there’s cereal

but i can’t afford the fight

my hands hurt too much

and now i’m a writer who can’t write

the hunger will make me look better

then feel better

and at least i’ll feel better

all the food in this place is from an old can

and my food stamps are still pending

the rent might not get paid this time

and there’s always going to be a fucking holiday

he tricks me

he sends books

he kisses my hand

he looks beautiful

i know what i know

but i am left so lonely

and my god do i have to be alone this much?

but its almost eid

and the sun is brighter

and my mom is coming

i’ll look forward to eating well again