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
i’ve lied a lot,
perhaps too much,
but who is to say,
who counts those sorts of things,
i’m certainly not trying to focus too hard on it
written in an ancient language that looks like precious art being splattered
across a digital screen that can only read 64-bits of bone and viscera,
while filaments get filtered out,
but that’s okay,
there were never all that important, or at least that’s what we’ll say when asked by
nosey consumers that want to understand every detail
Fred Aiken Writing 