For the first time ever when
Lying in the quiet chamber
I saw my childhood’ s Torquemada
And realized that for once
My old body’s reaction to
Not relaxing was obviously
Massaged into the hate and horror
I felt for a therapist’s hands
Knowing the necessity
Of my body’s embalming.
One day I do hope to relax
But alas not quite yet!
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