The Gym
I wake up to a bitter smell of patchouli
and cold
I’d like to leave before things
get bad
I roll over on hunger from night
time, and it empties out my head.
My eyes feel thick and my back
seems to crumple:
I’d like to leave before things get bad.
It makes sense with this make up
and my baggy body huffing
through a sea of grey.
They would like it if we looked
the same. We can easily look the same.
Yet, my stomach creases
in a back and forth, back and forth
motion, which should be the same.
However, there are blonde girls in push-ups
and olive skinned little vines
stretching out on perspiry mats, but I
don’t hate the gym.
A dewy eyed smidge of please
don’t worry about me. I am the fleece
jacket inside that cubby hole:
not worth claiming.
I wake up to a bitter smell of patchouli
and cold
I’d like to leave before things
get bad
I roll over on hunger from night
time, and it empties out my head.
My eyes feel thick and my back
seems to crumple:
I’d like to leave before things get bad.
It makes sense with this make up
and my baggy body huffing
through a sea of grey.
They would like it if we looked
the same. We can easily look the same.
Yet, my stomach creases
in a back and forth, back and forth
motion, which should be the same.
However, there are blonde girls in push-ups
and olive skinned little vines
stretching out on perspiry mats, but I
don’t hate the gym.
A dewy eyed smidge of please
don’t worry about me. I am the fleece
jacket inside that cubby hole:
not worth claiming.
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