if there was something for me to apologize for,
then yeah,
maybe, i dunno, but yeah, maybe i would,
i guess, i mean, sure,
i would apologize,
but we’re not living in that alternate reality,
so i don’t have to worry about having to apologize,
so let’s just move on, alright?
the song ends in the middle
and it’s disconcerting,
it makes me feel as if the world abruptly ended,
especially since i kinda liked the song,
it was one of those songs by one of those bands
that is at the tip of my tongue,
that i used to know their name and all the names of the band members,
but now they’re a distant memory and i can barely,
rarely, fairly, remember the name of my first girlfriend,
who gave me mono—
though i don’t think it was completely her fault,
i wasn’t all that great of a first-time kisser,
if i’m being honest
the earbuds are in the wrong ear and
the music sounds distorted and out of place and
i’m regretting drinking so much moscato be-ca-use-it-was
too damn sweet and i don’t like sweet wines,
though i also don’t like tangy, tart wines
that coat the sides of my gums and under my tongue
with thick, grapey syrup that grows from the dew of the grapes,
or so i assume,
i don’t actually know anything about wine/grape growing,
but don’t tell me,
i don’t want the surprise to be ruined
Fred Aiken Writing 