What are you writing?"
Netanya said.
I paused typing.
"Poetry,"
I replied.
"Can I see?"
I showed her
a typed page.
"What's it about?"
She peered
at the typed page.
"You read it to me,"
she said.
She handed me
the page.
I read her
the page.
"Bit abstract,"
she said.
I wanted
to continue to type
before the ideas fled.
"Read it again,"
she said.
I read it again,
translating
the Latin words
into English.
"It makes sense now,"
she said.
I began typing again
and she smiled
and left the room.
Downstairs
the T.V. played.
Her daughter played
some music in her room
a bit loud.
I typed two fingers
until the page was done.
No errors
despite the interruption
and the noise.
I pulled out
the typed page
and read it through.
I guessed
I'd have to read it
through for her too.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
What are you writing?"
Netanya said.
I paused typing.
"Poetry,"
I replied.
"Can I see?"
I showed her
a typed page.
"What's it about?"
She peered
at the typed page.
"You read it to me,"
she said.
She handed me
the page.
I read her
the page.
"Bit abstract,"
she said.
I wanted
to continue to type
before the ideas fled.
"Read it again,"
she said.
I read it again,
translating
the Latin words
into English.
"It makes sense now,"
she said.
I began typing again
and she smiled
and left the room.
Downstairs
the T.V. played.
Her daughter played
some music in her room
a bit loud.
I typed two fingers
until the page was done.
No errors
despite the interruption
and the noise.
I pulled out
the typed page
and read it through.
I guessed
I'd have to read it
through for her too.
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