Pencil Me In


Please do not ask to borrow my pencil

as this will only lead to a fight

a joust

between your will to have it

and my will to not let you have it

and I will win because I have the pencil

and it is a mighty pointy stick

I will gladly give you my pen

and strip naked to lend you all of my clothes

but my pencil is mine

I have chewed upon it

while thinking

swallowed its coloured splinters

absorbed it into myself

worn it down

worn it in my hair

and sharpened it again and again

and listened to it scream as I did so

it is a trusted friend

and I will stab you with it before I let you have it

which I do not want to do


“One has no right to love or hate anything if one has not acquired a thorough knowledge of its nature. Great love springs from great knowledge of the beloved object, and if you know it but little you will be able to love it only a little or not at all.”
― Leonardo da Vinci



4 thoughts on “Pencil Me In

    • Certain objects become fused with us, and we infuse them with ourselves. I guess it’s a good way to find out who we truly trust based on what we’re willing to let them borrow of ours.


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