I’ve never been proud 
of my peccadillos
but perhaps this is Latin 
and should be peccadilli

These hot, moist moments
require no braggidocio 
And, in fact, bring mostly remorse

Maybe I should take pride 
in a number or in a size
or in the marks I left behind

I don’t take pride in what I look like
Or in my ancestor’s pain

Can you see that?
If you just turn around
you can see the future