Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

lunch-ish time

there’s a spider web on the back patio
that i notice while
making a pb&j with cinnamon raisin english muffin, because i didn’t buy regular bread at the store and the english muffin is technically past date, but doesn’t look moldy, so i figured it would be fine to slap some peanut butter and grape jelly on,
but i’m not sure if the spider agrees with my choice,
because it’s made itself scarce as i take the first bite

wrote something down, i guess

most days i would rather not do a single thing,
so at the very least,
i wrote this down,
and today,
i guess that will be enough

hoa request

the hoa told m e i needed to do 
some y a r d work, clean up my property,
in a verbose email sent to me repeatedly every third thursday of the month;
and so i responded that because i paid them a monthly due each month
that i’d either the h o a would need to do the yard work for me,
or i was requesting a refund,
which is why i’m here today,
requesting you not foreclose on my property
just because of this hoa issue i’ve been having