Got them stuffed in
Jam jars on my desk,
Between notebooks,
One is fastened in
The back of my diary.
I fit them into my bags,
The glovebox in the car
I’ve got them in my
Bedroom drawers,
Beneath my pillows,
Behind the photos.
I’ve got some hung from string
Beside the calendar,
I tuck them behind
My ears or just keep
One in my the
Folds of my hands.
I have them in
My tool box, and in
The case of my violin.
I lose them behind
The sofa and once
I dropped one
Down a drain.
Wherever I am, you know,
Somewhere close
A pen is hiding.
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