Well of Unfulfilled Wishes
by Aidan Chafe
I’ve never given blood, but I’ve donated hours to strangers as an ear for trauma. Isn’t the adage: Blame others before interrogating thyself? I eat a bowl of Lucky Charms to stay in touch with my Irish heritage. Listen to Cat Stevens to better understand Islam. At university I learned the “Book of Revelation” is Science Fiction, which translated into Latin means, Liberal Arts is the work of the Devil. The only way to truly know any story is to take a minor character out for beers. Some days I question my morning hit of serotonin. Other days I buy a lotto ticket and sit next to a well of unfulfilled wishes. It’s easy to fall in love with an idea after reading 20 pages of self-help. More difficult to prostrate at the feet of uncertainty. What I mean to say is, before you walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, make sure they fit.
First published in ONLY POEMS (August, 2025)





I love every bit of this one
very funny and insightful