Fred Aiken Writing

Category: Poetry

summer child

it's too hot to go outside,
the mother tells her child,
but the child is just a toddler
and she sees a squirrel,
and a dragonfly that bounces off the cement blocks
that make a path in their backyard,
and a blue jay that she can identify
because her dad wears a moseby blue jay jersey
on the weekends that he refers to as his lounging shirt,

the child wonders where the birds', squirrels', and dragonflies' mothers
to tell them that it's way too hot to go
outside, so maybe they will come inside
and she'll have a friend or two while
the summer whiles away

ai taught me to fight

i will never tell my wife this,
but i sometimes
use ai to run through some of our fights
so i can better understand why she gets mad at me,
and also to see if there's a pattern that
i'm not seeing,
like if most of our fights starts on a thursday,
or perhaps if there's a particular time that she is more prone to get angry with me,
i suppose there's an easier way to deal
with our marital spouts,

i could just listen,
but the ai sounds so much smarter
and understands me when i tell it my problems
that i want resolved

back troubles

my back hurts,
i think i pulled something,
please don’t touch me,
it’s not funny, i tell my teenage niece,
just go get the ice pack,
so i can sneak a quick prescription-grade tylenol
along with my gin and tonic,
while no one watches