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new york
Sarah Herrington
i did so many downdogs on you
i must have mistaken you for a yoga mat
floating
in the east river.
as if
if
i did enough horizontal sun dances
with the earth
i’d find it
underneath
tunnels
sewers
i don’t appreciate
the jitters you gave
pushing me in front of
the 6
buckling downtown
i’ve been learning to stand up to you
for years
in currents that collect
at harbors
shoot up the empire state
lightning rod of nadis, white light
i’ve made space
with eyes closed
and it’s bigger even
than you
you don’t stop
but neither do i.
balanced on each other
us
like two boiled eggs at the deli.
About the Author
Sarah's poetry and essays have appeared in Tin House, Slice, and the NYTimes. You can find more of her work at http://www.sarahherrington.com/
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