The crick
in my neck
is coming back
It'll be here in full
once I sleep on it. Come
tomorrow morning, I'll wake
with an ache and a stab, taking
over my basic fit.
I'll
accommodate it.
I have small repertoire
of things I do differently,
subtle ways. Except it's damn
hard to remember them all.
I will!
I'll adjust
let's not be amazed,
'cause I got this
crick. Or anyway, soon.
And I've had it before,
so I know the deal
and the doom.
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