uh hmmm. and how does that make you feel?
by Tara Przybille Bradley
Washing his face, Richard thinks,
“Damn, I hate fat people.”
He puts on his work suit and leaves his apartment.
As Richard walks and skips to his studio
He stares at the people walking by
And shudders at the jiggling, bouncing blubber
On bellies. And chins. And asses.
In his waiting room are several women
And two men. He kisses them all.
They hug him with desperation and flabby triceps.
In his striped shorts and purple tank top
Richard begins to jump and gyrate.
He pushes down the bile rising in his throat,
Takes a deep breath and yells,
“Who’s ready to start sweatin’ to the oldies?!”