Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: neighbor

notecard in a used book

i bought a used copy of
the flower of evil, and on page 207
i found a notecard with a name and a number,
and while the sensible side of my mush-filled brain
says it would be unwise,
unhinged,
not-v-e-r-y-advisable,
to call the person,
i can't help but recall
that little jingle from my childhood,
would you be mine? could you be mine?
won't you be my neighbor?

Outstretched Hands Reaching for the Right Moment

working out of the garage while measuring

how long it might take them to find what’s left of me

or whether or not there would even be a search

before some stench tipped off a neighbor

and they finally realized how long i had been gone

based on how much my cats had devoured me