Writing prompt from Writing Forward:
Use all of the following words in a poem: bit, draw, flex, perilous, bubble, corner, rancid, pound, high, open.
The video yoga instructor looked into the camera while twisting her torso in the opposite direction of her hips.
“Draw the belly in and feel it expand with the bubble of your breath.”
Sarah twisted on her mat, convinced she could someday be that flexible.
The woman on the video said, “Be open and breathe.” She moved into a new position, pointing her left foot at the corner of the mat. Sarah bit her lower lip in concentration as she tried to maintain the lunge without falling down.
“Now reach up high. A high as you can go.”
Sarah reached, unbalanced, and had to retreat back to a stable position.
Someone pounded on her door, shocking her. She put the video on pause and went to see who it was.
He looked hungover, his wiry red hair all spike and his eyes bloodshot. She recoiled from his rancid breath.
He stumbled in to her living room and mumbled “Toilet.”
She pointed him that direction and he hurried away. A moment later she heard the unmistakable sound of vomiting coming from her bathroom. She had a moment of dread, in thinking about cleaning her bathroom. Cleaning vomit had never been a favorite pastime.
He came out a while later.
“Sorry,” he said, looking at her feet. “Couldn’t make it to my apartment. I’ll clean up–” He paused, looking at the frozen yoga instructor. “What the hell is she doing?”
“Do you want a water or something?”
“No, thanks. I’ll be back. I just need to get some sleep and I promise I’ll clean.” He walked to the door to let himself out and then looked back. “You do that?” He gestured at the tv.
She grimaced and locked the door after him.
“Open,” she remembered the yoga teacher saying, along with “Breathe” and “Let go.”