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Blue Pen

Blue Pen

I’ve got a line
of blue pen ink in my ear
from the edge of the dish
to the fold where
it failed to exit
I’ve got a faded blue line
In my ear

She rolls up her sleeves
hair spun round her fingers
Pinched
held in place until
pierced
She’s got a blue Bic pen
in her hair

Another thing lost
Another thing gone
Tears flow down her face
again

I hug her
and hold
try to whisper
good things when I get near
We embrace
we stick
Now I’ve got
a line of blue pen
in my ear

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