writing poetry while driving is a lot easier
when you don’t pay attention to the road
and you use autocorrect for non-monosyllabic words,
and drafting edits are for red lights
and after that inevitable fender bender that comes
when trying to remember whether I need to turn right here
or come up with a clever metaphor
what does it mean when you eat twenty cookies after gulping down Mountain Dew
and sushi in the span of fifteen minutes and your stomach begins to feel queasy, in fact,
explosive, please excuse me, I think I might be sick,
but don’t blame my diet, it might be the only thing keeping me alive
the automaton of matching two pieces together to create a whole,
defining characteristics known to only a few,
but speculated by many,
as an unknown slut under the cypress
supine
and ready for a good time
Fred Aiken Writing 