Connective Cube

I cross my right leg over my left, over my right again.  That’s what the yoga instructor says.  Knowing that I must settle, I leave my legs open.

Whenever I sit in front of someone new and talk, all I can imagine is a trickle of blood running down my nude stockings. 

When I walk on the street, I still walk in the middle late at night.  I scuffle to the side when a car passes, and walk briskly by empty lots. 

What if my bike chain breaks on the bridge balk to my house?  I don’t have anything on me but my ID and bank card with $2.00 on it until tomorrow at 4am. 

I fold my legs into my chest when I watch movies to prevent falling asleep.  Sometimes I fall asleep hovering over my knees.