The Atoll

Felix (cont.)
Cant have you looking musclebound and boyish
Angela
But you forget Im bio robot in race
I dont ooze out of organs oestrogen
Felix
I lost my concentration say you do
Smell wonderful your perfect good looks passed
Angela
I sweat a scent called Arctic Meadow Pure
A fantasy bouquet of alpine flowers
Drawn from seeds trapped in our dear wizards socks
Felix
You make bench presses look so effortless
I absolutely struggled pinned that weight
The budding callouses on my palms hurt
Youre better off if never feeling that
I had a twitch in my gas pedal foot