haven’t been to an ophthalmologist in 3 years because
i’m certain they will fix up my eyes
and then i’ll have to see all the ads on the internet and highway,
and i don’t want to,
you can’t make me
there’s a small amount of human skin in every morsel of food,
and it makes me wonder if in some small way,
we’re all a little bit of a cannibal,
but we don’t want to admit it because it seems too gross,
too taboo,
or not entirely true
dancing across a field of dew,
barefoot,
stepping on twigs and anthills and mud,
finding purchase on the curve of a flat world
bending to the weight of
bones cracking in the wind,
fireflies spiraling in an invisible language,
pantomiming eloquence,
little blades of grass cutting deep into
my heel, as i crawl to safety
and pass out
Fred Aiken Writing 