It starts with the stiff neck
Slap∗stab of the disc from its ivory tower
Snap∗smack of the bands sliming it into place
The head weighs ten pounds
Ten pounds of pig head cost nothing
Some give head for a ten
But it’s the Head of the Stiff Neck
Association who takes home
my tenners by ten.
So it begins, the doctor explains
But all the feels are still there; sensations of living
He writes a prescription for Chronic
So it begins, the pharmacist says
But all the pain is real; existence hurts
Drop∗shot the pill and forget
The itemised sick note for the employer
So it begins, the boss complains
Until it ends.
And I am ravenous.
About the Author
Anne Freier is a writer, poet, and medical editor. She studied literature and writing with the University of East Anglia, the Writers Studio, and the Poetry School London. She is currently at work on a first collection of poetry, chapbooks, and a short story collection. Her first creative non-fiction book was commissioned by indie press Beshu.