Stationary Schwinn Bike

Stationary Schwinn Bike

That behemoth of pain,
torment. Sleek as a steed-
or the sleeve of armor
round a steed-iron horse

it’s dark weight of cast iron
and the deep impression
on the blue rug. It stays
silent by the window

while sore muscles awaken
in the bedroom- tortured
prisoners. How it holds
back all raw emotions

with its sterile silence-
like ancient sins hiding
in closets, or microbes
beneath frozen tundra.