don’t tell me when you start
to figure this all out,
i still want to be surprised,
so maybe,
if you could,
don’t even show it on your face,
and once we both know,
then maybe it can be that silent secret kept
in the whispers of the dandelions
figuring out the wild world isn’t quite what
the brochures made it out to be
sometimes,
i like to pour bbq sauce
all over my wife’s purse,
because it’s impossible to get the smell out of
the bag, but whenever she does errands
with me, i can’t help but think
of ribs and tofu
i can’t afford battery acid,
though i hardly think that’s much of a concern,
right? or perhaps i’m not making as big
of a deal as i need to be,
should probably come up with an action plan and,
well, take action
Fred Aiken Writing 