Staircase

it started with drinks
 that i no longer long for
 now dairy’s gone too
 
 and i’ve bought a scale
 and let Jillian train me
 with killer crunches
 
 i have clear goals now
 (as i squeeze into old pants)
 with clearly laid steps
 
 ’cause downward spirals
 end in winter sunrises
 (my new happy hour)