titan chiropractor

bare but not naked, your shoulders

clenched and frozen, touching your ears;

i said, “Relax”, but you don’t release

just bury your face in the pillow.

I hope you’re relaxing your forehead, at least.

I wanted to itch the scratch you couldn’t reach, and to soften stiffness you didn’t realize could cease.

I know, it is scary to let someone into the space between muscles, let them knuckle

where you were once stabbed.

It is scary to let someone feel what you had grown accustom to carrying.

Hear me, Atlas. Your yoke is yours.

I just wanted to rub your back.

To untie unnecessary knots and to push your shoulders down and to whisper that right now it’s okay and to pet your head while you relax or don’t.

I wanted to get to a point where you didn’t stiffen at the touch.

Come back, Atlas

I wasn’t done with the left side of your back

I hadn’t even started on the right.