It Happened Again This Morning Poem by Patti Masterman

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.