RIP (In Need)

 

 
 
Listen to what
   the quiet told her:
 
a bad back is a message
from the future.
 
Chiromancy for the handless.
Pyromancy for 
     kindling in a
                   rainstorm.
 
Fuck it hurts! she
shrieks—
       sciatica pinches back.
Hydrocodone or death.
Spine is not kind,
 
is a killer. She’s prey
so she prays.
 
Our Spine Who Art in
Evil, Hallowed by They
 
Pain. Mattress hard,
window open,
    curtains drawn, blowing.
 
Traffic on street below,
kids screaming games.
 
The ceiling, high-born,
looks down on her.
 
One of three, she begs,
One of three.
Distemper,
     verboten,
murderous math portrait
 
in Fibonnacci mirror.
Babble like that…
sleep needed.
 
Slumber like Calamine lotion.
Drink it.