Seated Lift

 

I drop to my knees.
All I feel is pain in my arms
from this repeated lifting of weights.
Two sets of ten, a third on my back
or face-first staring at the ground.
My labored breath, metal
plates crash, the ground vibrates.
Everywhere, mirrors. I am
a vain animal. Such lack of grace.
I drop to my knees to pray for what
I need. I tell God I am sorry
for nothing to say besides this.

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