The Strongman Goes Weak in the Knees -Amorak Huey
March 15, 2013, 1:39 pm
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You quit once, came back after two months
of ill-fitting Oxford shirts. So many split seams

awkward conversations, the feeling all along
of shrinking. Of losing something essential.

Better to flex & strut & fuss. Better to oil your skin
& slide through life like star through swampy sky

all slick, untouchable, forgiven your trespasses.
To be watched might not be the same as to be admired

but close enough. Shave head, crown teeth,
if body is temple, spare no expense. Bumper sticker:

He who dies with the biggest pecs wins.
What is the point of pretending you never fall in love?

Of claiming there is no weight you cannot bear?
Destroy what you have. Hope it grows back stronger.

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