It Happened Again This Morning

It happened again this morning I woke up, on the wrong side of my body Facing backward, my knees jammed up Against my spine, neck bent up inside My thorax: everything gets all messed up During the nights, much as I try To stay in proper alignment My chiropractor left town On the last train at midnight For an undisclosed location And now I can only look at what's behind me Never what's in front Nothing makes sense from upside down I look like a miscarriage of yoga Or a half eaten bagel that landed Cream cheese side down Dogs can't figure out whether To pee on me, or bury me. I remind myself of that old joke, now: 'I'm a frayed Knot' I guess from now on I'll sell tickets To the human pretzel exhibit. If people don't lose their appetites I'll sell snacks after the show. It's a living I guess.