the three month no refund yoga class

i'm listening,

sort of, to my friend

Betty talk about her cat,

but i'm

half in and half out

of the conversation.

things

are on my mind.

i'm worried

and anxious

about so much.

money, old age,

the weather

and politics.

all the meditation

and yoga

i've been doing

since the new year started

seems not to be

working.

i've spent so many

hours

staring at candles

and opening up

my third eye,

and for what?

i'm still the mess i was

before i bought

this yoga mat and tights,

before i

swiped my credit card,

and signed up.