In over 30 days away from those
I’m used to hanging with, two days a week,
although I exercised after I rose
most days, exhaling with good breath technique,
I had occasion for surprise to speak
to me – percussively, about my spine.
In hoists and hugs to kiss a perfect cheek,
my lower back recalled what age is mine.


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