I Don’t Mind

I don’t mind I don’t mind

that’s his only answer

whenever I land with these

sinking bones

all weary and torn

he says to me

I don’t mind I don’t mind

without preamble

works out the kinks and knots

from my scalp

to my stiff neck,

sweet pressure

to my shoulders

plays my spinal cord like a piano

all the while

I don’t mind I don’t mind

as I rest my head

like the little kid I am

to his knee

his fingers tips

sinking into my skull

never probing

or demanding

or droning

just seeping

into this

overworked brain

offering

I don’t mind I don’t mind

relieving me

from the daily

sore and bruises

of this continual struggle

that no longer makes sense

before losing strength

he says

I don’t mind I don’t mind