I sit in a curious cross-legged position
I’ve acquired the flexibility for the lotus
But sometimes I sit this way instead
Because
It
Hurts
Oftentimes there’s nothing I’d rather do
Then give my body mild discomfort
To remain in observation of my distant surroundings
But to feel the tension in my limbs
Grow deeper
And deeper
In somatic annoyance
Although there is a slight painful consequence
I very much take joy in this simple past time
When my body returns to its normal state of neutrality
I reflect and imagine myself in worse tortures,
Actual tortures,
And become quite happy
That my carnal punishment is only self afflicted.
