My pelvis is crooked again. How it gets that way, I do not know.
Hips aching, joints throbbing. Walking askew. One leg longer than another.
I am skewed. I am screwed.
Pivotal. The place where everything comes together.
Walking central. How I got out of whack, I do not know.
But I am not walking tall. I am hunkered over.
It is not appealing. I hurt all over when my pelvis is crooked.
Source of pleasure and pain. It depends on the day.
The wane of the moon, the angle of the sun.
Help me. I think I'm falling. Failing.
I need to get things straightened out - now.
My bowl is empty, but oh, so full.
It is cold and dark inside my bowl.
Flood me with light. I need an adjustment.