Fred Aiken Writing

MISPLACED KIDNEYS

my kidneys are in a strange place,
the doctors said 
when i was born,
then told my parents that it would be something to observe
and make note of,
possibly address at a future date,
and when i came of age,
my mom sat me down and said, sternly,
your kidneys are misplaced?
so i asked where they had gone,
to which my mom shrugged, and then basically said
it was no longer her problem,
now that she had disclosed the issue to me to deal
with,
but i thought instead i could just tell you and
you’d make something of it,
so, can you help?

I AIN’T APOLOGIZING NO WAY, NO HOW

if there was something for me to apologize for,
then yeah,
maybe, i dunno, but yeah, maybe i would,
i guess, i mean, sure,
i would apologize,
but we’re not living in that alternate reality,
so i don’t have to worry about having to apologize,
so let’s just move on, alright?

THE BAND I USED TO, STILL, LIKE

the song ends in the middle 
and it’s disconcerting,
it makes me feel as if the world abruptly ended,
especially since i kinda liked the song,
it was one of those songs by one of those bands
that is at the tip of my tongue,
that i used to know their name and all the names of the band members,
but now they’re a distant memory and i can barely,
rarely, fairly, remember the name of my first girlfriend,
who gave me mono—
though i don’t think it was completely her fault,
i wasn’t all that great of a first-time kisser,
if i’m being honest