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Spinal Twist

Having arrived at the position to turn away
you know nothing in the spine hears the spine, its velvet cups
squeezed between bone.
Your wax wings pinned to one side, nailed
to the mat. Sluggish fat & rise. Front to go back.
60° she says. Collapse
the heart.
Between the mat and hand. Her imposter palms
& give your nerves a hearty pull. Hzzzt.
A sound in the neck, the rack.