Dear Pen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dear pen

Dear pen I beg you
Will you please hold horses?
Will also, force, tight me into rein?
Cover me, my jaws, mouth with muzzle.
Take steps as needed; long or short.

You decide not to write
disobey when I rush…
be the boss.

First one was eighty two, eighty one?
Handicapped, in wheelchair
unable to fit in, strap
headed for hospital.

I took you, started with a note…
meant to write but no time
would have said: “…is the worst”
would do so but did not.

Came second
even worse
and the third
and so on and so forth…

Hold the horse when is so
screen the gathered and grind.