Living in this skin

Who else can take up my space?

If I were to be someone else, who would live my insane life?

Who would turn the faucet on and off precisely twelve times to make sure it’s not running?

Who would spend twenty minutes in child’s pose on my yoga mat, hoping to cure what ails me?

Who would curse the gods during quarantine, only to realize I’ve achieved spiritual growth during this time?

Who would be here to do sun salutations to embrace those gods I’ve only just started to believe in?

Who would go to church to pray to these same gods and bring my life story, share my own individual gratitude?

Being someone else would be like an erasure of my identity as me.

No one else has my same prayers.