Monday, January 19, 2015

Night Encounter

    I was walking back from the bar. It was early, but the sun was already beneath the western horizon. The sidewalks were slick and shiny with black and grey ice; they were reflecting the yellow twinkle of the overhead street lights.
    I heard yelling on the street in front of me. It echoed off the dark houses and down the corridors of the ice capped alleyways.
    "Fucking bitch!"
    "Fuck you! Did you hear what I said?"
    A man slipped down the shadowy steps of the house, illuminated over with motion censor stoplights mounted to the facade of the almost-Victorian style home next to twelfth street.
    "This is all bull shit! Don't you come back here. My mom. My dad. My brother's will fuck you up."
    "Fuck me up! Fuck me up? Go ahead, fuck me up.
    I slowed my pace and stared, bewildered by the scene in front of me. The man who had fallen down the icy steps then turned to look at me. "Who are you?"
    I stopped. "No one."
    "Well mind your own fucking business."
    He walked off towards the river. I walked the other way.
    The next day, I read in the newspaper that a man had froze to death underneath the Columbia street bridge.

Aaron C. Molden

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Gone Again

I woke up and found
her sleeping on the
mattress set out
in the front room.
All the floors in the house
are wood paneling,
except for the kitchen.
Contemplate the
logistics of this
She has a boyfriend
who is thousands
of miles away.
If she hadn't I
would have asked
her to sleep with
me in my bed,
only four hours
prior, when everyone
was trailing off towards
their bedrooms and
beds as quickly
as the could get there,
only an hour before
the sun would rise,
though none of us
would ever see it.
Gray skies
gray skies for days
gray skies for weeks.
Of course we were drinking
of course we were with
Of course.
I must have said good
night to her
because I know
I would never
allowed myself
not to.
In the morning
I found her still
sleeping on the
I crouched down
by her head and
touched her shoulder.
"I have to go to work."
She grasped my hand.
"You should stay here."
She smiled.
She pulled my
hand to her cheek.
"Jesus, I'm going to
miss you."
"Visit me" she said.
"I will."
I kissed her forehead.
"Be safe."
I drove to work.
She got on a plane.
This is the truest
thing I have written
in a while.
This moment
cuts me the deepest.
No cum.
No cunt.
No matter.
The cum and the cunt can
come when they want.
After this,
my thoughts are on