The crack of my back was a good sign.
I could hear it after she pressed weight down upon me
but I could usually tell when something was done
after I expressed my own sentiment,
inadvertently.
When I violently exhaled, I knew the chiropractic had done its magic.

I went pretty religiously for a few years there,
back when my back was bothering me
on the regular.
In the early aughts,
my spine was all kinds
of out of sorts
and only consistent back-breaking
held me together.

I had several chiropractors,
based on where I worked or was living,
and when insurance finally fell through,
I had to give up that high life.

It helped me immeasurably
for that while, though,
until my back healed itself
and I became the picture of health I am today.