To exercise
My rights in want
Of words throwing punches
My brother, the elder
Coaches me
What I must and must not do
He affirms
What I say
He puts in place
And stretch my lips gone dry
Pilates for the soul
Palatable— a home palatial
Planks that line familiar
Of comfort, relatable
White lines don't blind
Eyes warm, abright
Aboard my heart contrite
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