Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: body

twist and turn

bone scrapes twisting
joints in motion
while fleshy eyeballs
sink further into sockets
watch watch
hear the soft tick of the pen
rubbing against malleable tissue
sponge pushing further into itself
burning and fleeing and faltering
imagine what could be next
then it is

5 MILES

pliable fake teeth waiting to say something
in the back of your throat,
but caught on an awkward breath
while trying to catch up to your legs
that just went on a five mile run,
first thing in the morning,
while the rest of your body was resting,
like some sort of lazy duckling sleeping in