an embarrassment to my people
in fact, barely even that
i chewed and chewed the abandoned fat
of autobiographical significance

beautiful dreams
like fat flies dying of heat stroke
begging the gods with a sexist joke
when it turns out the gods are mostly women

beautiful dreams
unrealized, but beautiful still
like the time that's there to be killed
at the beach, under the sun
far from nietzsche's idea of "fun"