I’m Giving Up for Lent, Lyndsay Rush
What would it feel like to give up
self-improvement
for forty days?
Would the tightness in our chests
throat, shoulders, and hips
ease as we contentedly took the easy way out?
Would capitalism crumble if we deleted our wish lists
and framed the before photo?
Sounds holy, if you ask me,
to be sold on life-as-is
to just exist
with only this, only us
only what these two arms can hold
–Lyndsay Rush
Do any particular words or phrases resonate with you?
Smuggling Grace 