NMT Lesson #2

NMT Lesson #2

 

My mother got stabbed once—in the gut—

by her twin sister’s future second ex-husband;

she jumped in sporting a solid 8 inches of adipose tissue when

Joe lunged at Joan with a kitchen knife.

The blade never connected to anything vital.

This is what plays on the cerebral screen

as a class partner leans an elbow dead center

into a crunchy trigger point in my right rhomboid minor.

It feels like a knife with a serrated edge, one

that would make a distinct crunch as it cut cross fiber

a slab of tough meat.  Certainly some unique sounds escape

the scuffle between those three as Joe goes for Joan

and my mother intervenes.

 

17 feb 2005, 21 feb 2005, 31 march 2009