A Better Shape
(Concrete Poem for Dave Morice)
I've
lost
eighteen
maybe
twenty
pounds
in
the six
or eight
months in
which I've
been out of
employment.
I no longer sit
within earshot of
those god-damned
vending machines,
depressed and list-
ening to candy
dropping all
day long.
I still
don't
exer-
cise
the
way
I'd
like
to, though.