The Former Yogi

by Aleza Freeman

Used to be the Gumby to
your Pokey,

a bendy, loopy,
bright green Crazy Straw,

and while your steady breath
wet my twists,

filled my curves,
I was flowing, blowing

bubbles in your
chocolate milk.

Nowadays, I’m a
stale pretzel,

tied in a knot,
ready to snap,

sitting on the shelf,
still totally loopy.