It's Still Life

The Quick Brown Fox …

… jumps over the lazy dog.

Dad said every woman should know how
to cook, and type. I’m learning to type, and

The quick brown box jumps …

sometimes I want to

kiss Mark. He sits in the 3rd desk
of row 2 in my Typing II class.
He’s in my Chemistry class also.
I’m flunking Chemistry.

… over the lazy dog. The quick brown …

and now my Underwood ribbon’s gone slack.
Hate that. My fingers will get all inky black.
Looks like frost bite. My uncle’s neighbour
had frostbite during the war. Lost a toe to it.

… fox jumps over the lazy bog.

sometimes I want to

marry Mark. I practise writing
his last name. Practise makes
perfect, says my typing teacher.

and now K and L keys are stuck together
like lovers, like me and Mark could be if
my stars fall right. And if he notices me.

written for NaPoWriMo: Day 17 “Forgotten technology”

 
©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts. CC00 image. Photo by Peter Lewicki on Unsplash