2021 January 17

I will clean a pen
so when I don’t use it it

would ink the tablet    
I don't have in my backpack 
along not with my   

malfunctioning pen  
I deeply strained my hamstring  
tripping on step stool  

saved my life, forehead 
melonwise split on endcap   
I am grateful to limp   

pleased I can still dodge   
but alerted: I never    
almost died tripping    

and twanged an ouchy    
like an old man with dry pens   
and inkless tablet  

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