Slouched awkwardly,
forced to prop up
in front of me -
this muscle machine
called the ab-doer
intent on sandwiching
my bread rolls to four packaging
reminds me,
of a childhood alien friend
with elongated arms dangling,
and blue Styrofoam sidling
little knobs for ears -
he heals by touch
and radar signaling
phoning home.
Endlessly eating
his Reeses Pieces
favorite late evening
chocolate crispy,
peanut butter snack.
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