weightlifting
is a gradual process
i’ve
stayed with it
even
when injured
at
times i figure
i
will never get bigger
then
there are times
i
can see that i have
i
don’t do supplements
hell,
everyone knows
i
don’t really take care of myself
but
ego demands
weights
in my hand
the
soundtrack to my existence
and
then i do twelve ounce curls
my
six pack abs
hidden
by what beer does to a stomach
listen
to a singer with just a guitar
and
maybe a harmonica
but
after today’s workout
it
is just a beer
jenny
has put on
echo
and the bunnymen
she’s
cleaning something
wearing
a red bikini top
and
cut off jeans
i
can’t help but stare
at
this woman with whom i share
a
studio apartment
that
is made even smaller
by
my weight bench
that
jenny just barely tolerates
she
has caught my eyes on her
smiles
opens
the fridge
brings
me another beer
and
goes back to whatever she was doing
as
you can tell i have nothing to say
i’m
just really distracted
by
that red bikini top
jenny
drops something
mutters
in japanese
her
cleaning turns angry
i
abandon the couch
come
behind her
press
my body to hers
and
begin to grope her breasts
“i’m
doing something”
she
chides in annoyance
“so
am i”
i
reply
of
course this is the part
where
all my muscles don’t matter
this
petite japanese girl
has
me wrapped around her finger
my
advances are an act of hope
just
one “no”
and
i will scurry away
she
turns into my arms
“o.k.,
but this is gonna cost you”
i
press my mouth against
her
sugar lips
the
bargaining we can skip
she
already knows
she
is going to get her way
she
found me on the dark streets of decay
wearing
a t-shirt that read,
“paradise
lost”
now
it should be re-lettered,
“paradise
regained”
***
(lips like sugar, sugar kisses)
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