Hypnotherapy
The doctor meets me in ether,
Knowing everything about my inner body,
My stomach so familiar to her.
She brings me to an apothecary, a farm, a stream.
She gets a pillow for my back and props me there,
Trying to relax my gut, pain in my lower back,
And painfulness everywhere in life.
In cyberspace, I sit, a doll, upon the absent ledge.
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