Appeal to a TypewriterA Poem by Pen Draggin'There's dust on the little round keys and I'm writing it off; taking the grime into my fingertips and leaching it out in a ribbon of ink. I sat down and noticed and dread shot through like I had been cheating on a lover, like I spent a hot sopped night between someone else's sheets. There's a small dead spider dangling from my left tab setting. It just gets drearier and I feel guiltier. It's body is cradled gently beside the cool black metal and it's crumpled white exoskeleton twists and sways with my breath. I am ashamed. All of the keys besides QZ(1/2)(1/4)$/? and 0-9 save for 8 are oily and shine again. I apologize my dear, truly I am very sorry. But I am back to clean out your cob webs and now that the letters are glassy and warm another chapter begins. © 2009 Pen Draggin'Featured Review
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Added on October 21, 2009AuthorPen Draggin'Portland, ORAboutHi! I'm Kelsey, I'm 22 years old with a passion for poetry. I write because it is innate and, quite simply, I'm pretty f*****g good at it. I love the rain. I will always belong to the Northwest. I sa.. more..Writing
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