My Ego

by HANKarcher

So could you like,
show me around
the gym? he asked.
And help get me
into shape? Sure,
I replied. He was
bookish but thin,
you know the type.
I’d like my wife
he admitted
to like my body
again. Only I
don’t want, he
warned, to get
as big and veiny
as you. I smiled,

nodded like
I understood

then wondered
what made him
think that
he could.

photo Jo ©2012