Going to a wellness center relieves stress but what if some of its workers are stressed themselves?
Lights dimmed, music—
some acoustic…
Then the masseuse coughs!
Tingling powder,
Smell of camphor…
Then the masseuse sniffs!
‘ these presages?
The massages
from tie-erred hands—
Hands though in heat,
Murky like peat,
Please, do take some rest!
Tired as I am—
from a day’s toil:
Energy drained.
Now tired again…
Futile the oil
or chamomile.
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