Sunday, September 14, 2025

poem

 Inversion Table

I use an inversion table for my back

Even gravity is a therapy  

Like a thermal bath or the alpine air

Of a swiss sanatorium
The difference is the resistance

It takes to maximize its benefits

Which is how I prefer

To receive my natural cures.

When I go out in the sun

I cling to my pale skin

Like a novice to his virginity.

I meditate in the middle of active

Urban construction zones,

Take a couple sips of herbal tea,

Slosh it around, then spit it out.

At the spa it’s no touch massage

And a refusal to sweat in the steam room.

Sometimes I can make a cold plunge boil.

In bed, I listen to binaural beats

And see how long I can stay awake.

I fight everything every step of the way.

It’s resilience I’m after.

If you don’t fight it, you’ll fall.

Even love is a luxury good

That only heals once

It’s been first resisted. 

That’s why I pull away

When you reach for me 

And when I really need you 

I wander for a while 

Looking for you 

In all the places I know

You won't be.

That's how you know my love

Is strong.


9/14/25


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