INITIALLY I THINK THE WOMAN in downward dog on the other side of the yoga studio in Williamsburg, Brooklyn is wearing a type of surgical glove — the kind worn by nurses and meth lab workers. Curious, I pretend to need another support block so I can walk by her to get a closer look.
I see she is wearing a Thriller-era Michael Jackson glove. One sparkling silver glove. I thought perhaps she was covering hideous burn scars or a prothsesis gone wrong. After class she takes her MJ glove off revealing a perfect little hand, just like her other one.