a girl from the north country

at the gym
there is a man who stares
into the full length mirror
for an hour
after lifting his weights.
his hair is peroxided
a golden yellow.
the color of a twinkie.
he flexes
his arms,
his legs.
the veins in his neck
bulge into
ropes of blue
beneath his glistening
tanned skin.
he turns from side
to side,
looks at himself from
behind.
he's pleased.
very pleased at what
he sees.
finally he struts out,
giving high fives to the trainers,
the towel boy,
the girl at the front
desk.
what this all means,
I have no clue.
but it's interesting
as I sit here
thinking about a girl I
once knew, or thought I knew
who lived in Quebec.