portion of the artwork for Luisa Caycedo-Kimura's poetry

Your Meditation Oasis
Luisa Caycedo-Kimura

The heat hammers metal on metal
in the baseboards.

The woman on the podcast says,
Clear your mind. Nothing matters
but your breath.

The heat gets louder
in the silence, like voices.

Is the front door locked?

Don’t fight any sounds. Let each
enter your mind then leave on its own.

I don’t understand why my leg hurts.

Floor and ceiling gather
to compress my spine.

They’re at it again.
I swear they mate like cats.

Don’t fight any thoughts.
Listen to your breath.

I should update my résumé.
Why does the night go on?

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 45 | Spring 2015