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Fit at 50

Fit at 50

lost between

sets

and breath

I lie there

on a dirty floor

suspended in straps

thinking

is it so much to ask

to see

my abs

I mean really

I haven’t seen ‘em

in a decade

it’s like they’re buried

behind a plush pillow

one of those plushies

I keep in my car

but I’m determined

to see ‘em

once more

it’s not like I haven’t been

working out

all these years

it’s jest not as easy

to remove the plushie

anymore

ask any woman

after midlife

on the brink

of menopause

what it’s like

to eat right and exercise

and still feel

the pudge protrude

and as you pat the plushie

wishing it would jest fall off

already

your 16-year-old daughter

breezes by

after 3 weeks in the gym

all excited like

look mom !

look at my abs …

do you see ‘em

yep

yep

yep

I see ‘em dear

you better appreciate it now

‘cause once you’re my age …

but she doesn’t hear

‘cause she’s

floating on air

as I lie there

on a dirty floor

suspended in straps

lost between

sets

and breath

thinking …

TL

Published inPoetry