feel my muscle

go ahead, you tell her,
flexing your arm.
feel that.
feel that bicep,
you curl your arm
and move it closer
to where she's sitting.
you put some butter
on the hard ball
of tightened tendons
to make it glisten.
like a rock you say
proudly, steadying
your shaking fist.
no, she says. I don't
want to feel it.
I don't like muscles.
I'm against
muscles. but if you've
read a good book
lately, tell me all
about it.