Gyms
I want to write an ungym poem, the opposite, maybe, of an Ode. A non-Ode? Unode?
There's a gym near my apartment few blocks away. I dislike gyms gym outfits unpleasant equipment people running in circles eager competitive moving their parts around to CONTROL to master my own body, as imperfect as a body might be, full of delicious ice cream, my own body not well-suited to gym activity. Still I belong to the gym with ambivalence and uncertainty because I Am Getting Older I do not exercise if left on my own I read books put words onto pieces of paper and GO TO THE GYM various experts have suggested that I do. Not that I believe in experts. Maybe the real true reason why I go to the gym is just to write this poem.