I hope I am one
of the hot dads,
not a schlub
or a creep.
Cleaning the garage,
sweating to folk music
from the early 2010s,
interrupted by shoulders and burps.
Riding borrowed bikes
around the abandoned golf course,
before the Everglades,
behind the pools.
Happy I am
not fat
and happier I am
not bald.
Gonna go on Keto again,
eat bacon
and not jog,
just to keep college weight.
This November,
I will get another tattoo,
probably somewhere visible
so the suburbs see.