Finding Zen Dancing on a Pole
It’s more than wearing no clothes, but that doesn’t hurt.
9 min readJan 14, 2020
It’s a warm May night. I’m parked on a South Philadelphia residential street with all of the windows down. I’m trying to take deep belly breaths as I listen to Beyonce’s Lemonade. Hoping to breathe in some of her confidence like the Hocus Pocus witches breathe in youth. And breathe out some of these nerves.
