Fred Aiken Writing

Guess How Many

How many pens do you own?

Sounds like an accusatory question.

I dunno. How many pens do you think are in here?

I’m not one to speculate. I’m really not. I consider myself a person of science.

A scientist?

No. Well, not technically. I’m not a scientist.

Then what are you?

Is that your way of asking what I do for a living?

I guess, in so many words. If you’re not a scientist, but you claim to be a person a science, whatever that means…

Not whatever that means. It means something. Something specific, I should have you know.

I’m certain it does.

Certainty will get you killed around here.

Is that a threat?

No, just science.

Are you either going to guess how many pens are in my house or tell me what you do for a living or what?

Why do you have so many pens that it would require me to guess how many are there? That seems like the better question.

That sounds like your question.

Well, I guess it is.

And I’ll tell ya….I’m writing a memoir.

I don’t think you’re old enouhg for that.

I’ve seen things, done thing, been to places. I know stuff.

Don’t we all.

But I know more.

Don’t we wish.

I’m going to going to call my memoir Beware of the Catfish.

I don’t get it.

Someone will….

Possible Regret and Forgery

i want to influence the world by

selling dreams that never come true,

or let loose the detumescence lingering in the background,

ready, willing, and able to tag in and make the world

all the more abstinent with regret of not asking

out our 4th grade crush

while realizing that would be our life,

a series of failed romances written in the back of text books,

mixed in with forgotten pieces of gum shoved there

to gross and amaze the next students of life, liberty, or frickin’ happiness,

am’i’right…

just please don’t tell my mom i skipped class

Adjust and Pivot

maybe life wouldn’t be that difficult

if i planned it out

and came prepared

and sat down to communicate my feelings with

friends and family

while adjusting to change, growth, and development

rather than cursing things i don’t understand

while locking myself in my room

and refusing to come out

because there’s loud noises constantly going off outside;

there’s nothing wrong with wanting to embrace silence

cut to the moment my fitbit registers me walking

12k steps without leaving my room

without a single step outside