Physical Therapy (raw)

I see you
In the gym
You know who you are
The one with a rag of a shirt
draped loosely over a statue of chiseled muscle
The one with a second skin of Lycra
that would be more fitting on a beach
The one who grunts
The one who moans
When I see you
I want to ask
What are you running from?
Who are you trying to lift?
Do you want to fight me
Or hug me?
What is your sweat covering?
How badly do you want to be seen?
How badly do you need to be seen?
Because, well,
I see you