Six inch cylinder
translucent and black,
cradled perfectly
in my hand.
But I should get to the point.
Less than 1/2 millimeter
restraining miles of ink
to write who knows what.
I confess that my eyes wander
and I am wooed by other pens.
I relent
and then regret,
for you G2 are,
as the box promises,
“Ultra Fine.”
11/8 PAD prompt: a thing poem
Jason Kanz 