Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: fixer upper

SUFFICE IT TO FIX IT

i stretch in private because
i’m not that limber

i stretch in private because
when i lift my arms above my head,
i’m embarrassed that my love handles are showing

i stretch in private
so that no one can see how stiff my body is,
how it creaks at the joints
without any rhythm

how my body doesn’t quite look like
a temple,
so much as it looks like a fixer upper
that no one wants to purchase
because it’s been on the market too long,
and has too many leaks,
too many corners cut during construction

but maybe stretching each day could fix something about my body,
if only i could remember

THE SOLES OF FEET

stubbed toe collapsed onto itself,

while nails made of thick polymer suffer the gravity of

a mahogany bookcase poorly constructed coming down upon them,

left to wiggle around bruised in their sweaty prison of synthetic rubber

glued together by time and the screeching hum of old sewing machine

made to look like they’re from the future