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.