instruments notwithstanding

They say the closest relationship
she ever had with a pen
led to a mental collapse
that almost put her in a madhouse.
Whatever the case,
it scared her so much,
she never got involved with another one.
Maybe it was the ink
she hid because she thought
it far too blue,
or the way the pen kept scrawling
her name in German to mean ‘nobody.’
Certainly it didn’t help that she made the pen
practice one of her heteronyms,
and wrote a letter that said,
“My life revolves around my
literary work…Everything else
is only of secondary interest.”

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