Ode to the Bic Cristal Pen

A body chiseled into edges

and my fingers rest nicely against 

the plastic surface.

I find shelter in the ease

the tip swirls around and around

on paper.

You know how to define me

in loops, curls and hash marks.

We work together

and you inspire pages and pages

of fingertip, childhood

and daydream stories.

The longest friendship has left me

collecting up all the layers of you.

Bulk requests, and I keep all

your ghosts boxed on the shelf.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.