i don’t have the right sort of nerve,
damage,
to kiss myself, but i thought i could
still revel in a captured galaxy
buzzing around in an unclean mason jar,
shook around like a snow globe
glistening in a twilight abyss
i made a mistake and
tried to hold my breath
when the climate changed,
in hopes that i might adapt
to what was to come, but could not be seen,
though i didn’t realize my adaptation
had already been done before
i apologized to you that one time,
thinking i’d never have to do it,
ever again,
so what do you mean?
are you trying to say that i’m going to have to
keep apologizing until i stop making the same damn
mistake over and over again?
because if that’s the case,
then i don’t know,
i just don’t know,
but i think i might have to give this whole thing
some serious reflection,
though maybe i’ll just play cod and drink vodka mixed with monster energy drinks
to get a good buzz going
Fred Aiken Writing 