Coop
Noisy ladies roost the machines
like firm breasted hens
clucking eggtales to a captive coop.I bench press.
Plumped meats display in the mirrors,
promoted as free range.I bench press.
Scented feathers nod together
in sweatless tete-a-tetes
over fitness methods, menus.I bench press.
Enter the scarred fox, rump up,
musk stuck to her like barnyard blood;tattooed by leghold teeth,
pelt matted with the muck of swum rivers,she bench presses. I rise and fall.
