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Chiropractic Technique
Snap crackle pop
My spine gives under your hands
And the table gives under my stomach.
A drop
A jolt
A tiny bit of lightning as wires reconnect.
Fixing me.
We can repair her, we have the technology
Make her better, faster, stronger
Gentle Exhalation
Wiggle your toes
Neck twists and gives and pops
Like air pockets in old silly putty
Stained with ink of magazine comics
My hips shift like rusted shocks on
An old beat up pick up with a
Two hundred pound per square inch pushbar
Folded almost in half.
You strangle the back of my neck
Guide it beyond it's breaking point and back again
Pat my shoulders
Help me up
See you next week.
