The Pen Thought It Romantic To Be Sliding
At The Back Of This Fast Food Receipt
As The Rains Gush Like Green Ink
I Stare At My Plaid Jacket
Hanging At The Back Of The Empty Chair Across Me
And Thought Of Its Sheer Arrogance
As It Stares Back

With A Taunting Voice
It Asks Why I Am Eating Alone
In Between Classes
And Impulsive Bank Withdrawals
With The Quickness Of A Magician-‘s Hand
I Yank It By The Neck
And Decided That It Needs
Some Long Overdue Washing.