when she does a head stand

i ask her to not do

a particular

yoga

exercise in the office

while

i'm busy

at my desk writing.

can you please do that

in another part

of house,

i tell her

it's distracting.

she's up against

the wall,

legs in the air,

she's wearing

her white yoga pants

and nearly skintight

top.

her hair is in a ponytail,

swaying back

and forth.

can you please

do your head stand

in the other room,

i ask her.

this is the tenth time

i've had to rewrite

this poem.

namaste.