On days when he and I agree on things
just for the sake of keeping peace, I need
as long a workout as a wife can get. Bring on
those upper arm levers and lower leg presses,
bicep pads and tricep handles. Give me
a few strong arguments for soft abdominals,
some hard hammerings for hamstrings,
a long debate for pairs of deltoids and dorsis.
I’ll start right here with these two black steps
which contend so well with carbs and calories —
how strict a measure they ask of my heart
which too often gives up on firm positions.
Then listen as I huff along to the toughest
voice in the gym — a tape which pummels
over and over, Now move to the next station.
This platform, this time, I won’t give in.
by Therese L. Broderick
(An artist’s statement about this poem appears as the first comment.)