IF YOU LOSE YOUR PEN And all you find is a broken pencil on the floor And the pencil has no sharpener And the sharpener is in the store And your pocket has no money And if you look again And all you find is a black Bic And the Bic you need is green And if it appears beneath the mattress of you couch But the couch is dirty and you suddenly want to clean Beneath the pillows But you have no vacuum and the vacuum is in the store And your pocket has no money It is not your pen you are looking for It is your tongue and those who speak with it Your grandmothers and doves and ebony spiders Hovering the corners of your throat It is your tongue And if you cannot find your tongue Do not go looking for the cat You know you will not find her She is in the neighbor’s kitchen eating Friskies She is in the neighbor’s yard making love If you cannot find your tongue do not look for it For you are so busy looking it cannot find you The doves are getting dizzy and your grandmother’s annoyed Be still and let them find you The will come when they are ready And when they are It will not matter if your pockets are empty If you write with a green or a black Bic Or the blood of your finger You will write You will write -Ruth Forman
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 18:06:45 +0000
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