Poem: Gym Summer Mornings
The gym isn't as crowded in summer as in winter,
not as full, pressed tight and wearing tight shorts
i'm on display more than before because no ones here.
I'm running outside too, before 10am, before hot
bakes in like a melting iron pressed against your face.
But I'm still undressing in the mirrors and showering
in the girl's locker room barely seen.
@curie Awesome! Thank you. I appreciate it. This wasn't the poem I expected a curie upvote chain, but I'll take it. Thanks for rewarding the tadpoles swimming under the minnows and whales.