ASKING AS A FORM OF BEING A PUNK

by Fred Aiken

i feel like i should ask

but i’m too embarrassed at this point to be found out,

which isn’t to say that i think other people know what’s going on,

but more so an admission that i don’t want to be the odd

one left out of the picture

because i forgot my comb at home and my head looks like

a brillo pad with random debris and inertia sprinkled in