i heard a noise in the attic
and thought it was a squirrel trying to break
into my home to steal my wallet,
maybe even my identity,
but even if the squirrel were caught
and brought to a police precinct for a lineup,
then i still don’t think i’d be able to identify
them, nor even give a real and legitimate reason
for why they were in my attic,
but i still assume it was for no good reason
the cup i drink water from
got dirty, and my wife tried to replace it
by gifting me a new one,
but i went thirsty, because i wanted my normal cup,
and no one seemed to understand my obstinance,
including myself
i lost the notepad that i was using to write down
random thoughts and ideas that sounded good,
you know, for poems and business and things i might
tell my wife cause she might think they’re funny,
so now i’m kinda bummed,
i guess i’ll have to write all these ideas
on my arm,
which will mean i need to work out more,
you know, to get bigger arms
Fred Aiken Writing 