• Pens

    by Eugenia Wang

    I smoke pens like cigarettes
    Melt the ink and plastic and breathe in the poison
    My lungs are black like they’ve been written on.

    I breathe it out ten times worse,
    The smell of burning rubber staying where I hold the grip
    And black spit drips down my chin and grays my paper
    To stain my hands like cancer.

    This is a quaint thought
    Written in ink because my mouth is black and stuck together.
    I hold a pen between two fingers
    Then between my teeth.
    I never gave it a second thought.

    I smoke pens like cigarettes
    Is what I maintain
    I supply ink veins supply my brain.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on November 5, 2010

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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