a limb developed
so i went to the doctor;
who told me i should probably stop limbing
because it was unattractive to look at and made me look pitiful
i thanked the doctor
and went about my day
i feel like i should ask
but i’m too embarrassed at this point to be found out,
which isn’t to say that i think other people know what’s going on,
but more so an admission that i don’t want to be the odd
one left out of the picture
because i forgot my comb at home and my head looks like
a brillo pad with random debris and inertia sprinkled in
i’ve lied a lot,
perhaps too much,
but who is to say,
who counts those sorts of things,
i’m certainly not trying to focus too hard on it
Fred Aiken Writing 