like a lioness stalking her pray
I shoot a bow like Apollo,
then clean up like Aphrodite.
Full thighs defined,
sculpted with care
like Michelangelo’s David,
thighs squeezed into jeans.
Hair natural
flowing with my liquid lifts,
then set in curls
that frame high cheek bones.
Spotter.
Runner.
Woman.
And still a hater of that bathroom scale.
Author Bio:
Colleen M. Farrelly, a graduate student in Biostatistics, is a freelance writer whose work has recently appeared in Lake City Lights, The Casserole, Vine Leaves, Four and Twenty, and The Recusant. She enjoys working out and volunteering her time.