She lay hands on me
and energy coursed through.
I lay there
prone on the bed,
hoping for a healing.

My back had bothered me
aching and squirming
making me curve
a little past forever.

Diane had offered a possible solution.
I’d never tried reiki, but
I was happy to look into any kind of technique that could offer relief.
So here she was in my apartment,
feeling me up,
pouring herself into me.

I could definitely feel something.
Soon enough, I was snoring.

When I came to,
I thought my back felt better,
but I wasn’t sure.
I couldn’t do handstands or anything,
but that was nothing new.

“I could tell you were comfortable,” Diane said, “When you farted.”
“Oh,” I was mortified.
“I took it as a good sign.” She went on,
“that the treatment was working.”

I thanked her for her work.

I haven’t been reiki’d since.