Miguel Jorge

I live with a monster.  I can't always see it but I know its there.  I hear it.  It follows me.  He attacks household chores, errands, and schoolwork the same way he attacks kilos.  He devours snatches, cleans and jerks with the same spend and intensity he consumes meat, fruit, and vegetables.  Like a bull in a china shop wherever he goes... the kitchen or the weight room.  He lifts large objects over his head dropping them and watching as his projectile obliterates objects in hundreds of pieces.  Banana trees bend and snap as he pushes through his jungle.  He rips the heads off lions.  Some people run and hide from their monsters.  I sit across from mine at the dinner table.  Maybe I don't run because my monster is too fast.  Some people tip toe around their monsters... I have named mine, Miguel Jorge.