He comes in late and unfurls his mat too close to mine. During Salutation I hear his every breath. During Noose I see the sweat glisten on his shoulders and rivulet down his bare back. During Triangle he goes left while I go right and we form a half circle. During Corpse we lie side by side with our eyes shut and our minds open and I idly think this is the closest I’ll ever come to sleeping with a man who is not my husband.
Then I open my eyes and think: maybe not.