Itching for an excuse
to put this pen to paper
not fingers to keys
avoiding the blue light
the reason we can’t sleep.
No, I didn’t refill the pen
merely adjusted the converter
so the last few drops
make it to the tip
of this metal tongue.
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I purchased two Lamy Safari fountain pens this past week — one for upstairs and one for downstairs, since I have a tendency to write all over the house. It was in an effort to try to be more green; to not have to throw away plastic pens.
Both have converters so I can refill the pens. I’ve been finding every chance I can to write with them. Maybe it’s the thrill of a new thing or maybe it’s love.
And, yes, the first draft of this poem was written with my mint Lamy in Deep Sea (teal) ink, and the second draft was written with my charcoal black Lamy in blue ink.
Thank you for reading.
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