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Her Pen Spilled All Over the Table, the Floor

By Renee E. Wolfhope 
 
 


Her pen spilled all over the table,

the floor.

She could have wiped it up,

ripping and tearing paper towels

from a roll

Soaking in every single dirty word

and black bagging them.

She could have pulled the

plastic drawstring tight

Tied it in a first and second

knot

and closed the bag for good,

junking the words to inexistance

to never been there in the first place

to never spilled all over the table, the floor

But she stared at the ink

and looked at herself, instead.