Naked

She is determined to try it,
has heard it is all the rage,
is gathering her courage alone at home,
still a little nervous,
afraid the cable guy might randomly turn up,
hits play on the dvd
but can’t quite shed her robe.

Yogi Master Li
demonstrates
the correct
breathing exercise.

She is combating the sagging flesh
developing below her breasts,
and has discovered while shopping for bras,
that while they sell bras
to push up tiny breasts
and bras to flatten pendulous breasts,
they have yet to develop something for
extra breasts.

She is normal,
the doctor says;
women her age fight
the onset of a
slower metabolism.

Normal.

She has always
been normal,
normal brown hair,
normal average height,
normal education
with normal job
and normal 401K. 

She wants,
desires,
needs,
more,
Naked more,
with room for
mountains
and valleys
and hot sweaty sex

Bursting with nerves
and enthusiasm,
she enties the robe,
wiggles,
lets lose,
stares at her body:
she will reinvent herself
doing exactly as
Master Li instructs

Embrace the dawn

stretches upward,
bends over,
tries to watch the DVD
while reaching for her toes,
stumbles,
catches herself,
staggers into the television,
sending the player crashing to the floor.