!?

I felt insulted?!? Your hand
cupped brown desk edges.
"There was a dance" for pens: everyone exulted
not digitally, and not
virtually poisoned by
or for something red, crimson
spooled on or stretched plastic
poured, and melted lest it be used
wrongly
or microwaved
or turned into a hat or a tornado or a temperature;
"Hot"
"Twisted"
"Bowler"
There's your poem.