Plan B, or At The Chiropractor

Yesterday I went to visit two for Dr. Mitchell

chiropractor functional medicine practitioner heebeejeebee body worker

magic is in our bodies he knows that is true

would any medicine be called unfunctional we find

odd names for things his office  underneath a building on west

57th street almost by the river my friend Liz described him

and I went for several reasons one being a guinea pig for Bruce

Dr. M. is not a chatterer but he does talk about what he’s doing and I can’t

follow him my mind wanders when he talked about things like Vitamin K

I think of Special K and the big red letter but I too feel compelled to ask the usual things Is

That A Picture of Your Sons and he answers Yes A Long Time Ago

one’s in construction one works for ESPN he doesn’t much want

to talk about his sons wants to tell me that I will hold something in my right hand

and he will put his fingers on my left temple I like him and feel somehow

He Knows What He’s Doing and before I leave, maybe because he is an intuitive healer

he feels he has to Tell Me Something so he says that he grew up

in Jersey City and the Italian kids were rough and beat up the Irish kids  he hasn’t been

back and not only that he doesn’t want to go back either.  And although I dislike people

who say Oh, only Oh when I’m telling them something I say Oh to Dr. Mitchell

and he smiles as if to say OK we can continue now and he puts his fingers on my

right temple and I resume thinking of Special K.

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.

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