Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

take a quick look

i have a sharp pain in the side of my abdomen,
but i’m not sure what is causing it,
can you, i mean, can you just real quick,
cut me open and look inside?
i don’t think it will take more than a few seconds

mid-day crawl

i’m hungry, but i forgot to go to lunch,
so now i have to spend the rest of the workday
staring at a screen,
trying to pretend that my body isn’t slowly eating itself,
perhaps killing itself,
though i’m probably being hyperbolic,
i’m sure i can make it till the end
of the work day,
especially since i think burgers are on the menu
for dinner tonight

morning croissant

i’m pretty sure the croissant i ate for breakfast this morning
had mold on it, but i’m not positive,
i wouldn’t be bold enough to claim that i’m a mold expert,
or anything of the sort,
but i do kinda feel a little sick to my stomach,
and i might have to go home early,
though that might just be because i don’t feel like working today
either