My vertebrae met
for the first time today.
Curious, only because
I thought that I
was spineless.

Turns out,
I have one; it’s just
a little crooked.

My fourth and my
fifth vertebrae
can’t seem to get along,
so I hold them together with
superglue and lies.

I tried the truth
once, but it didn’t work.
My whole body cracked
in half that day.

The birds tried to play
Greensleeves
on my spinal chord.

It sounded a lot
like the slip of a disc
or tongue.
A spinal
tap, tap, tap.

After that,
I decided it was better to keep
my bones in denial,
where I can find them.

If you’ve ever lost your
tailbone, you know
what I mean.