Roll out the bed
Feet on the floor
Head to the grindstone
Hands on those knots

                I’m watching this early onset
                Beauty and her toddler son
                And her biker husband
                And her laser eyed mom
                post content on her demise

Third gear, pump and burn
standing jogs, up and up
a hill I made for myself, leg drive, B12
    My spin instructor yells 
    The hearst is undefeated, 
           but not today. 

                She’s laughing about losing
                words, no antibiotics, no tubes
                just comfort, just lip gloss
                Today I lost it, she said, laughing

Churning checkbook
Balancing beam
Steady and go over the top 
Hustling all the way 

                She looks for answers (from God?)
                How someone so young, so useful,
                so needed, someone still moving 
                be caught like this and brought down

By the same gravity
    that holds me here
    cussing at the lawn,
    pulling the cans in
    from the curb, crazed