Elyse heads to the gym
her workout mostly
saddle-up conversation
today she meets a new stud-finder
ripped and 6 foot 6 from England
then she runs the rounds through
all her friends ending with a grim and
crooked old man that straightens
and smiles as they talk
by the time she leaves me
the weights seem lighter
thin-looking in a zippered sweatshirt
and beany wool hat she floats
between the bulky machines
and the hot sweaty gym rats
as if she belongs there
a specimen to admire
if only a T-shirt
could fit a heart
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