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My Gym Membership Is Up For Renewal By Luis Costa

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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.

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Tin Can Poetry
Tin Can Poetry
Jan 10, 2024

So good! - Saul

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