“Hold on!”––
but it’s running everywhere.
Like I stabbed the center
of an inky squid. Or, rather
I just gripped the pen
too tight
that I suffocated it,
with everything I ever asked it to say.
Lenny loved it too much,
so did I. I guess it’s just the same.
It died
in my wanting hands.
So, the salt, and the water, and the ink
now run together as
I drag my hands through the ******
mess. I drown it all,
what I’d said–
Dead is yesterday.
The blood runs down
my arm and misses the sink:
on the counter
on the floor.
––“please,
just a minute.”
I have to wash the blue from my hands.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
“Hold on!”––
but it’s running everywhere.
Like I stabbed the center
of an inky squid. Or, rather
I just gripped the pen
too tight
that I suffocated it,
with everything I ever asked it to say.
Lenny loved it too much,
so did I. I guess it’s just the same.
It died
in my wanting hands.
So, the salt, and the water, and the ink
now run together as
I drag my hands through the ******
mess. I drown it all,
what I’d said–
Dead is yesterday.
The blood runs down
my arm and misses the sink:
on the counter
on the floor.
––“please,
just a minute.”
I have to wash the blue from my hands.