Bygone

Bygone

We talked about
opening an old-timey gym

Strength cables and jump ropes
would sit in milk crates by the door

The weights would be globed
at the end of unlabeled bars

The exercise bikes would
have a giant front wheel

Medicine balls would be
everywhere

For wardrobe, we would require unitards
preferably with stripes
as well as handlebar mustaches and
stiff hair slathered in pomade

What about the ladies?

Well, there's a row of domed hair dryers
in the lobby

But shouldn't you go home
and put the roast in the oven?

I mean, we're going for
authenticity here.

We Like Ike.