Fred Aiken Writing

it’s easier to discard hopes when they’re written down on a Cheesecake Factory napkin,

then sandwiched in the menu between the Spicy Chicken Chipotle Pasta and the Avocado Eggrolls,

whatever those two things are,

but maybe it will trouble the next guest to wonder who wrote

this horrible poem,

or maybe it will forever be a doodle meant for no one