The lower daemon coin-walks herniated discs across his knuckles
while he waits for an answer. The chairs in the meeting room
are plaited spinal columns curling from slabs of muscle -
very uncomfortable. The advocate coughs and asks for a bolster.
Earthly acclaim, we offer. Supple, ageless skin
and honeyed admirers; brandywine liasons in hotel rooms
bracketed with lustrous chromium and pole-straight bedposts.
It is such a little thing we want in return.
A touch of supplication.
A bent back.
A bow.
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