The Doctor Says It’s My Sacroiliac

How the body humbles us
when we are righteous,
as strong as a house
of cards

How the vertebrae crumble, or
we become aware of their hollowness,
our bird bones, the narrow hallways

through which we pass
everything important —
messages and blood

Our circuitry
our wiring

We learn the names of things
we never knew had names
or never knew we had,
so silent were they
in their cumbersome duty

to us

so that now they are familiar;
we can greet them and thank them
each morning as we request
another day of service,

another day.

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