this hurt
is the good hurt.

like music, pain
transpires both simple and compound.

today, she is lucky:
the ache in her
thighs and abdominals
can be explained,
examined,
as a four note tune;
explored
through the stretching
of limbs
as through a gentle bow stroke.

she plays the fibres
of muscle
like an instrument,

and when she plays
violin,
the softly tanned wood
is her
body;

sends streams of healing notes
from the hollowed cranial
interior
to worn fingerboard,
to the pools
of lactic acid in her
upper arms:

blending with
the good hurt.