WHEN YOUR BACKACHE RETURNS

 

The doctor, like a tour guide, pointed

to your X-ray and described points of interest—

the intervertebral space variability, features

of the sagittal and coronal plane. Like a weatherman,

he detailed the current conditions with broad

hand gestures and scientific confidence—

degrees of idiopathic curvature, the tilt

of various vertebrae. He gave the prognosis

like a forecast—no curvature progression,

your spine a stationary front. He prescribes

Ibuprofen, as much as you can tolerate, a heel

lift for one shoe. All like he’s done this

a thousand times before, which of course he has.

 

We hide so much from one another,

try to smooth out the imperfections

and dress up our faults. Yet, there you

were, the inside of you in the high-contrast

black & white. I was shocked to see

beyond what I could touch, what I liked

so much, to the little twist, one source

of your pain. That night, when the dull

ache kept you awake, I touched the surface.

Bellevue Literary Review, Issue 48 — Spring 2025