20 sit ups
If 20 sit ups paid for your sideways glance when I danced across the floor pretending to ignore toes that were sore in shoes that lit up fresh sparkling diamonds dripping like the dew from wildflowers If 20 sit ups the reason your eyes waned could not contain beads that drained as if sweat could demand respect and repeat mathematical equations and symetrical diagrams ripped the moonlit sky on nights that make you believe that good smelling breath was captured in bottles sold in stores If 20 sit ups equated to your quiet approval attention deficit removal waiting for just the right time I put on my red dress slip on my high heels and some of that sweet perfume Oh you talented brother as if hard work and lace were the perfect compliment to your my oh my as if you studied the pulse of my one, two, three matched melody per melody and together those repetitious 20 sit ups became our mantra for a future of improvement