For Heather, Who Picked the Hottest Day of the Year so far to Increase my Interval Time at the Gym

Maybe I like the fleshy
parts of my thighs to rub together
and maybe the little jiggle
when I hail a cab in summertime
is fine. No one has asked to bounce quarters
off my ass lately, and frankly
I doubt your metabolic-shifting
jargon. Your lures are cruelly
powerful, drawing me in, chipper
talk of boys, wine, and plastic
surgery. You pretend
to be my friend, but really
you are the devil
in a red dress.

The title really says it all, yes?