is full of mirrors.
machines to build muscle.
to trim
the fat of life off
our bones.
we flex, we stand
and admire, or cry
in our
pose.
ten more, the trainer says,
as you crunch
your waist
full of bread and pasta.
come on, you
can do it.
she says.
one more lift, one
more pull, one more
sprint around the track,
lap
in the pool.
she's maybe twenty one,
or twenty two.
who wasn't fit and
beautiful at that age?
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