I love my fountain pen, a Waterman
from Paris, mottled black and blue, with gold-
hued clip and trim and nib. It's modern, bold,
refined. I love my fountain pen.
I love my lava lamp. Wax spheroids bump
each other, fall and rise again and surge
around each other, fall again and merge
and rise--I love my lava lamp.
I love my mobile phone. Away from home
or driving late at night alone, I link
from cell to cell to you; the distance shrinks
and I am loved by mobile phone.