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.
Poetic Trials 