Sunday Weigh-In
Jun. 22nd, 2008 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Weight: 172.4 lbs.
Last Measurement: 169.6 lbs.
Change: +2.8 lbs.
Time: 25 minutes
Distance: 2.29 miles
Top Speed: 6.2 mph
Calories: 238
Chest Press: 60 lbs. x3
Bent Arm Pulldown: 30 lbs. x3
Push-Ups: 30
Crunches: 30
June 20th
It is three in the morning
and the moon smiles down on the city
as it stirs fitfully in its sleep.
Inside this little box,
the heat has broken enough
for underwear and bare chests
underneath thin sheets.
We lie there,
you with the worry of replacing
your credit cards, your identity,
me with the worry of replacing
the world when it's gone.
Melodramatic, I know, but the scene replays
as it has at least once a week
since I was six:
the heavens betray us,
and we close our eyes,
so small, so unprepared,
and pray for death
or life after this.
How many people, I wonder,
have tossed under the same smiling, peaceful moon
fully aware of the fragility of joy,
wondering how to accept carefully
the cracked eggshell of our lives?
Not really good, actually. I wanted to do something a bit more in the moment, but then it jumped the rails and became this instead.
Last Measurement: 169.6 lbs.
Change: +2.8 lbs.
Time: 25 minutes
Distance: 2.29 miles
Top Speed: 6.2 mph
Calories: 238
Chest Press: 60 lbs. x3
Bent Arm Pulldown: 30 lbs. x3
Push-Ups: 30
Crunches: 30
June 20th
It is three in the morning
and the moon smiles down on the city
as it stirs fitfully in its sleep.
Inside this little box,
the heat has broken enough
for underwear and bare chests
underneath thin sheets.
We lie there,
you with the worry of replacing
your credit cards, your identity,
me with the worry of replacing
the world when it's gone.
Melodramatic, I know, but the scene replays
as it has at least once a week
since I was six:
the heavens betray us,
and we close our eyes,
so small, so unprepared,
and pray for death
or life after this.
How many people, I wonder,
have tossed under the same smiling, peaceful moon
fully aware of the fragility of joy,
wondering how to accept carefully
the cracked eggshell of our lives?
Not really good, actually. I wanted to do something a bit more in the moment, but then it jumped the rails and became this instead.
