Right Before I Stopped Working On My Biceps
i am a skinny little bitch. i go to the gym
and watch men for whom big enough shirts
do not exist heave things that are too heavy.
if i were able to dead lift my body weight
the achievement would still be laughable.
one behemoth man slaps another
behemoth man on the ass after a power clean,
and that sound of hand against spandex
makes something snap in my mind—
strength is relative.
a silverback gorilla could bench
more than those two put together.
he would put them to shame.
even the flexing man on those posters
could not out-squat a tyrannosaurus rex.
i wipe sweat off my face and i go home.
i open a mason jar for my grandmother
and she speaks of me to my grandfather
the way they spoke of goliath
before we smaller folks invented the sling shot.
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