From the latest issue of Winners Within Us:
“I can hear you typing at night,” says
my neighbor.
“oh, I'm sorry…”
“no,” he says, “it's a pleasant sound…”
he's right, it is.
and when I don't cause that sound for
two or three days
I become fitful
my face gets an unhealthy sag, and –
you must believe me –
I have visions of the way that
I will die.
when typing I'm
immortal.
well, maybe not immortal.
but habitually
this old typewriter and
this old man
live well together.
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