the people
are so happy
to be at buc-ees

if you’ve never
been to one
take every single
american stereotype
dip it in barbeque
sauce and serve it
with a side of
the cleanest restrooms
on the highway

but they meander
gawking and stopping
as if this is a
mythical land of
the american dream

i just needed to
find a place to hide
for a moment
but more and more
the brutal logic
of the slaughterhouse
plays in my mind

follow the beaver
five more miles to
a diabetic coma