I woke up with a stomach
and lord knows what else
my arm felt like it had been
caught in a shoulder machine
because my pillow was out
-of-joint or maybe it was
a dream I had. Anyway,
I was feeling almost
entirely fantastic,
fabulous, like a fable
with aches and pains
instead of animals
and I rushed to the room
and caught them all
in apt names.
Tamed by this rough
treatment, I picked up
my spine by the hips,
gave myself a huge, crippling
twist and the whole thing
reeled back to a state
of precision maintenance
which
to be honest
I never could do a thing with,
honestly.
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