I gaze down from cardio halo
as I step on and up these neverending stairs.
I see you.
Black spandex running shorts
over-bleached teeth
cheesy "want some candy little girl?" smile
thick gold chain with a Nike swoosh
resting atop a hairy chest.
You scare me.
You don't even lift weights!
You just stand there
grading asses as you lean against
the squat machine trying to look cool.

kc
01/17/2003