Turtles move for carrots,
frogs tuck their eyes in the their mouths,
gas prices will never be what they were-
but neither will I.
We tried crow yoga
but the bastard birds just waited
until we were in crow pose
then they pecked us in the ass
and stole our keys.
I tried to carry tasks like a came
but I got lumpy in all the wrong places.
Now I look to unburden myself
of pride and approval and control
and see if I can still cross the desert.
We are legends on our own sofas.
We can tuck our chins into other chins.
We move for rum and pie and watch
as clouds race by.