clavicle tree (Deborah Kramer)

Elbows resting on the white laundromat counter, triceps pressing into the storefront window . Her her body weight shifted, like pulling an arrow back through a bow string. The left leg carried her: a steady mast supporting her right leg - right hip jutting out and ankle tight, knee bent at a 45-degree angle - an A-frame supporting her meagre ballerina carcass,. Her bottom half became a bowed windsurfing frame, anchored to the linoleum floor. A deserted left sandal sat empty, while the tippy-toes of its owning foot curled, gripping its right foot counterpart. The sturdy pose would surely lead to long-term misalignment. It's so easy to hide among the reeds of our corporal wind chime: bones hanging off a hanger of bones. From a supporting clavicle the spine kinks about, swaying from blade to blade, snaking like enjoined cogs of a greasy bike chain...that one crucial vertebrae, linking neck to back is where posture ends up: a camel hump collecting energy, pain, hidden truths - until it won't bend back into shape.

won't bend back into shape.