I have this thing about old typewriters.
Are you surprised?
And I never set out to look for one.
It was one of those things.
But then a friend dropped one off on my doorstep
with a lot of other items for my kids.
A chair that spins around. Purposefully. And that’s all it’s meant to do.
It’s low to the ground.
I love Ikea.
The Brad won’t let me shop there.
I get it.)
These things kept us occupied for hours.
The well-worn chair from Ikea.
It’s a kid chair.
I couldn’t fit in it.
I figured out how to make the typewriter unstick
(you know how the keys can all glob together)
And when I got it to work
I worried about where I would ever get more ink.
I’m like that.
And I left the room & looked online quickly.
Saw it was possible.
Went back to the typewriter.
And then I sat typing & for a moment
I thought about being a kid
how I used to sit in my dad’s office
typing on a typewriter
his voice on the phone
& leaning back in chair
feet crossed on desk
me on a typewriter
not unike this one.
Today I typed these words:
“let’s be together forever.”
cause that's what came to me.
I'm like that.
The comma came out as an apostrophe.
It’s been a while
since I’ve used a typewriter.