I am asking for definition,
Let my body hate me
with every bounce, even more.
On the tips of my toes
— on the verge of collapse —
I breathe out CO2,
bend my body to an illegible question mark,
stretch my back like a paralyzed cat.
My belly dances, the music beats
like a hammer on my muscles.
Contracting, detracting, contracting,
retracting. The image of my body
glares from the mirror.
The aching begins,
a better version of me,
sooner than requested,
should be with you shortly.