Below is the poem I wrote as part of our writing exercise at last Thursday’s Teen Writing Club meeting, proof that you really can make anything the subject matter of your writing:
Warning to Those Who Wish to Remain Unnoticed
How did the girl who
just wanted to go through
life unnoticed end up
with a wheezing water bottle?
I shall tell you the story.
The wheezing water bottle came
from a litter of three:
Blue, blue, pink.
Sitting around the living room
Christmas Eve—first the pink, then the blue, and then—
then the final blue.
It was mine.
It lay there amongst tissue paper,
Clear, innocuous, and most-of-all—
Its name is Bobble, and it likes to be
washed in warm water. The
filter likes to be boiled, so I boil it
frequently (because I drop it frequently).
And because it filters
water as you drink, I thought,
Aha! I can bring this ALL the places
where the fact that the water is safe to drink
is belied by how yucky it tastes.
Cases in point:
My parents’ house
My boyfriend’s apartment
But then, this:
The Bobble is not so silent after all.
You take a drink, you put it down
It gasps, wheezes like Darth Vader.
Boyfriend raises an eyebrow.
Library patrons hiss, “Shhhhhhhh!!”
I can never be the girl who blends into the woodwork again.
Thanks a lot, Bobble.