50 leg lifts per leg
3 sets of reverse sit-ups at 20 seconds a piece
3 sets of tummy torchers at 20 seconds a piece
Bicycles until I couldn’t move
This is what I’ve done so far, maybe more later. Hold me to this shit, please.
Lay on the floor with sweat
dripping from every crevice.
Tears threaten to plummet
down red fat rolls and music
serenades your anger, soothes
the sadness in your heavy heart.
One of the hardest parts of adulthood is balancing society’s expectations of you with your own feelings.
Why can’t we all just be ourselves?
Years passed and I found myself still a husk, still in that moment, still in the day my war ended, the day I realized, as all survivors must, that being alive isn’t the same thing as living.
There you go.
—Jess Walter, “Beautiful Ruins”
As I’m walking downtown this morning:
Random lady I’ve never seen in my life: “I think you need a motorized cart.”
Me: “I think I’ve got it under control. Thank you though.”
Random lady: “Oh, okay.” She walks away bewildered and shocked.
Will it ever end?
And the world spins madly on
He remembered the winter
to be unnaturally full of magic.
The verses perhaps too pleasant
as the girl lay there trembling
and thinking of tomorrow
and the dilemma of her death.