CAKE

It's 4 am somewhere

Rohingya children are huddled

On the outskirts

Of genocide

I am eating cake

Still dreaming of fitting in

Of approving white smiles

And crisp tailored suits

I am a masochist

With an endless appetite for avoiding myself

Another chocolate martini

Another downward dog

We so LIT

We so woke

And living, it seems, will eventually

Kill us all