A clean slate

whatever sweat rested on my brow
it's long gone, as are the worked muscles,
the deep breathing needed to sustain.
I'm at the gym with a clean slate, no memories
of exercises undone, nothing aches,
except to be worked again, to itch
that scratch of the unworked, the well-washed
brow that needs sweat to roll down it,
the dampness of sweat.