At the Chiropractor’s

We come here to get cracked,

like eggshells, or codes.

We are all on intimate terms

with pain — the neck askew, the hip awry,

the lower back rotated like the globe . . . .

–Excerpt from “At the Chiropractor’s” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Eureka Literary Magazine, Newport Review.

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