The Chronic

I felt like clothes packed in luggage during a recent visit to the chiropractor. Dr. Leonhard treated my body like the baby blue button up he wore, folding me in fourths, readying me for an undersized, overstuffed suitcase. He crossed my arms, flipped me over, flipped me over again, then pressed against me like a stubborn cover. Am I ready for takeoff? No, not yet. The next session will hopefully do the trick. Otherwise I will consider being slapped around with a stick like a pinata on Christmas Day.