my back gnarls like
the whorls of a tree root
I s t r e t c h
up and loll my neck
side to side to side
wriggle my shoulderblades
undulate my frame
but my spine still
curves
in a frown
stiff and unforgiving
a few splintering
cracks
to relieve a pop
or two of tension
the nape of my neck
wreaking revenge
all the way
down
to the (sore)
tip of my tailbone
maybe I slept wrong
perhaps I'm old
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