Support

My new best friend’s a pillow that I bought
a bit after a visit, where I tried
a version that my yogi daughter sought
as gift a year ago. The buckwheat hulls
conform to where my muscles have been fraught
(unnoticed till I felt their fine support).
It brings a surface to my ache. I ought
to know the additives I need to have applied,
but I did not suspect what I’m now taught.

(Magic 9)

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