GEAR I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT?
Winter Prompt #7
It’s six a.m., an easy time to answer.
This pen—silver, with a gold arrow clip,
a gold nib. My real godmother (not
my official one) gave it to me.
It was her mother’s. I cannot
write in my notebook without it.
This coffee mug—the blue one,
made by a local potter whose name
I keep forgetting. Jim somebody?
It’s pear-shaped, textured,
with a pattern around the top,
an underglaze and interior
of honey-color. I can fit all
of my big fingers through the handle,
and either hold the handle itself
or wrap my hand around the cup.
A notebook—this one is spiral bound.
And unlined. Always, always unlined.
There’s something about lines on pages—
perhaps it has to do with school,
with blue-books. But lines on pages,
like ball-point pens and cups
with delicate handles, tighten my hands,
pinch my nerve, keep me in.