India 31

I came to India with my pains. Ready for the rigors, for the herbs and oils wherever they go. Up or down. Waiting for the doctor whose father before father before father before him. My resolve thickening. At long last. Please, he says, gathering his skirts. Be seated. I did not used to hurt, I tell him. Here and here, especially at night. Ah, he says. This is called gravity. Buy an inversion table. Three hundred dollars, on the internet.

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