After the years at the gym,
the diets and the supplements, he comes —
nevertheless — to the time of shoring up.
Now he is under the aegis of the Holy Trinity
of Dentistry, Cardiology and Urology
whose gods must be placated and obeyed.
He turns towards his bathroom reflection,
to assess the state of affairs:
chest braced, mouth closed
(pending the next dental refurbishment).

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