there is something scary about someone
holding your neck and snapping it,
after asking you to relax, you'd never relax
if anyone else were holding your neck that way,
two strong hands wrapped securely while
you lie helplessly on a hard table
listening to gas bubbles cavitate into
places once filled with misaligned bone.
maybe not so bad thinking of it that way,
a xylophone riff up and down your back.
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