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      July 20, 2022PratikriyasanaKeith Pertusio

      (Counter pose)

      My heart leaps
      at the rap on the window.
      A CO.
      A flashlight.
      I am lying on the floor
      on my back,
      eyes closed,
      a twisting counterpose.
      I jump up.
      “Just making sure you’re not dead,”
      he says.
      I smile.
      Who says I’m not?

      from #76 - Summer 2022

      Keith Pertusio

      “In prison, poetry became my essential therapy to processing the moments inherent to life in a human warehouse—the tragic, the absurd, the overwhelming, the simple, the joyful, and the transformative. Later, I found yoga as a form of moving, tangible poetry. Now, yoga expresses in experience what I struggle to say in words, while poetry expresses in words what I struggle to say about experiences. It is an honor to do both, to fill my cell with the resonance of poetry.”