Lie down. On something hard.
At first comforts' vertebrae might hurt
but gradually and painlessly the spine
of immobility lengthens like a cypress.
Now contract your bad habits
in a rigid line.
Bring your hands loosely to your chest
like makeshift wings of temporary angels.
Don't shift position.
Deftly the supine rows.
Don't be scared. Fear is fattening,
it contains hunger.
Don't snack on sensations. Too many calories.
They're responsible for deprivation bulge.
Eyes closed at all times please.
No misconstruable peeking,
no lollipops of light.
They radiate ultraviolet nostalgia.
Exhale forcefully, lie still,
don't breathe, don't breathe —
you risk imprinting only half
the oarsman on the x-ray.
Surrender now to the slide of sleep.
I'll put on a tape, relax, your mama's
lullaby, sleep my sweet
baby, willing or not.
Weigh yourselves. No moving —
your body has an integrated scale.
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