with my words. i select
a few
that i hope and pray
won't offend
her woke
sensibilities.
i pull out her chair,
which is my
first mistake.
don't do that, she tells me.
i do a kettlebell
work out every
other day, and i'm doing
my second triathlon
this weekend.
i don't need a man to pull
a chair out for me,
and don't even try
to pay.
i have my own money.
do you know what cross
fit is,
she asks me,
holding up her arm
and flexing
a tattooed bicep.
you mean walking and
chewing gum at the same time?
it gets worse
from there. i duck
the first swing, but she
catches me flush
with the left.
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