i’m breaking;
i’m not quite sure what direction to take;
mostly because there doesn’t seem to be any
road map to follow,
in fact, no road whatsoever;
i don’t think i was meant to take this trip to begin with,
yet here i am,
i guess
empty cans of cheap boba tea
from h mart pile up
in my recycling bin,
and i’m pretty sure my wife asked me
to leave them out for the trash/recycling/people
to take on trash day,
but i never wrote down when trash day was,
so they’re still sitting there,
accumulating a colony of flies that seem perfectly
content subsisting on my waste
i listened to the sermon while sipping
on an ube latte
in a dark corner in my home
that i never put in lights in
because it didn’t seem necessary
to see anything in there
Fred Aiken Writing 