People scream when two joints fail to connect

Or when love links them in ways incorrect

Broken articulations will cause shouts.

For years, I too incoherently wailed

Unable to express where I most ailed

Violently flailing at sore topics touched.

But knowing the last cry will be relief

Skilled hands will crack spines to unknot their grief

Like I crack open notebooks to heal woe.

I write often of my malefactors

With same need some have for chiropractors:

My dislocations need realigning.