When I finally reached the bed my body sank,
filling the ergonomic wells I had created on other nights like this one.
The springs eventually resisted to support me,
but my spine crumbled next.
Clicking out of place
Slipping like a worn gear.
Face down
I could feel the beads of my back pool at the bottom of my stomach
sitting with undigested meals and fat,
like cherries dropping to the bottom of a holiday jell-o.
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