Have You Seen?

Have you seen my biro?

Marla shuffles in her chair,

grumbles,

disturbs the cushion and crossword on her lap.

I had it only a second ago.

I am slumped,

hungover again,

but jump up, head spinning,

and search for the biro myself,

lifting magazines,

rifling through a bowl of keys

and junk.

What are you doing? Marla asks.

Looking for your pen.

Why?

You didn’t take it.

Did you?