Lovely Penguin

Spilt
By Marie Gordon
Will this poem write you out
As my pen pushes in
And the ink seeps through
Will your soggy hands shrivel

When I fiercely dot my i
Will it startle your sleep
And as the word imbeds
Will it pierce your calm pulse

When I shorten the words
Will they hold you fast
And still by their title
To grip and cut you out

When this verse concludes
Dripping from a swift point
Will its smooth blue lines fill
This page from your slick veins

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