An Uncharacteristic Chiropractic Poem

Bruce’s Chiropractic Questionnaire is a disconcerting poem I wish I wrote so I’ll pretend I did right here.  (who wrote this, really?)

Sitting, or You Pick One

I can sit in any chair, as long as I like.

I can only sit in my favorite chair as long as I like.

Pain prevents me from sitting for more than one hour.

Pain prevents me from sitting for more than half an hour.

Pain prevents me from sitting for more than ten minutes.

I avoid sitting altogether.

(Standing Will Be Next)

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. After we had our back surgeries three of us came for a check up in the doctor’s office and could not sit down only the people in neck braces could. We all looked like a car wreck. Some of us were. I went through all the phases of your poem all the chiropractor’s questions to whiskey then to a neurosurgeon for micro-surgery at that time. An orthopedic surgeon would have screwed me so to speak. There are no screws in my back and I can now sit as long as I want. Those questions make perfect sense to me. A beautiful poem, Esther.

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