Health Club

In my dream, instead of sending athletes to the Olympics,

each country sends a health club.  The Vietnamese

offer cool towels and a constant stream of rowing machines.

The French are sweaty but refuse to drink water.

All the treadmills in the Chinese one spin the same.

The host country builds a giant mall stadium to enclose them all,

and spectators pay to walk by, dripping ice cream, press

their noses to the glass of perpetually grinning machines.