Dipped hurriedly
the words couldn’t come fast enough.
I was using one of those,
500 year old pens
you know
the kind with the ink well,
and as I was writing
I couldn’t help but notice
the ink stained and literally got everywhere.
Each time the tip was lowered
liquid just spilled out everywhere
I kept repeating
don’t be so vertical.
I was covered in what felt like poison
oozing from this pen
a gift given to me
by some luscious beautiful friend.
Oh how she went on and on
listing all its benefits
always reminding me
that the quality
is second to none.
So I dipped it cautiously
thinking I was royalty
penning some crucial document.
I have to admit
holding something from so long ago
felt almost like
an excitement. I didn’t have to pretend.
Of course it took
some getting used to
because the leading edge
truly bled and bled
like I was killing it,
not in a good kind of way,
instead, I was
draining the inked life out of it.
Needless to say,
my first beaker of ink
went pretty quick
I made an ungodly mess
draft after draft
until I was satisfied
I could present,
to her, my official document.
Still, all covered in ink
I proudly held out
a decree of my love
an announcement of my admiration for her
truly, it was a fucking mess for sure.
When she walked in
she couldn’t help but laugh,
“what have you done to it?”
Listen, I demanded
with ink still fresh and dripping
I knelt and handed her
her first real decree.
Clearing her throat
in some comical gesture
she read the said document
with this made up accent
it somehow worked
as we looked at the other
she held up a mirror
I knew what was coming.
I had ink all smeared
not only on my face and collar,
but there on the edge
it had gotten all over my comforter.
I just stared at her
until she said,
“the next time you wish to decree
your royal love for me
use your phone, laptop
or ball point pen.”
I very gently laid that pen
back in it’s 500 year old box
that is now stained
marking this year and century.
Upon I can look
and remember
the luscious beautiful girl
who gave it to me.
