On the Phone
I'm on the phone with one of my ex-boyfriends telling him about the street guys I've seen lately doing exercises in public.
"One day it was a guy doing push-ups on the corner of 13th St. and Fourth Ave.," I say. " And the next, maybe even the same day, I saw another guy on Second Ave. and St. Marks doing deep knee bends."
The ex says, "Even bums have to stay in shape for the homeless babes."
"Is that how they get babes?" I ask.
"That's how we all get babes," he tells me.
And I tell him that must explain the girl with dreadlocks who's sitting dirty on the ground near Virgin Records with a sign that says she needs money because she's 3 to 4 months pregnant.
"There's so much misery in the world," I say, but vow to myself that I'll start eating better and exercising more.
"One day it was a guy doing push-ups on the corner of 13th St. and Fourth Ave.," I say. " And the next, maybe even the same day, I saw another guy on Second Ave. and St. Marks doing deep knee bends."
The ex says, "Even bums have to stay in shape for the homeless babes."
"Is that how they get babes?" I ask.
"That's how we all get babes," he tells me.
And I tell him that must explain the girl with dreadlocks who's sitting dirty on the ground near Virgin Records with a sign that says she needs money because she's 3 to 4 months pregnant.
"There's so much misery in the world," I say, but vow to myself that I'll start eating better and exercising more.
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