because most mornings I wake up and
I just hate myself, a lime in the sink
after a party; unveiling inconspicuous
calories while I count abdominal
muscles in ideal bodies scattered across
my phone screen; scooping
the validation of strangers as I feed my
sad empty stomach the dryness
of protein and other powders, lifting all
weights in my vicinity so I sculpt
a chest worthy of a lifeless marble god,
(my mortality never coming into
question); scared of my own hairline
and loneliness; I wish I did not
have to create this currency and instead
just exist without comparing
myself to the perfect man now fucking you.
So good! - Saul