Issue 3:1 | Featured Artist | Jon Hounshell
Underwood
Harem
The
ease with which
office
girl fingers
once
wound their way
throughout
this mechanism
pleads
the case
for
the possession of fingernails.
For
as I toil today
with
this typewriter ribbon
I
falter
at
bringing the Underwood
back
to life.
Where
as,
Way
back when
their
cigarette recesses
between
dictations
slinked
white souls
up
from the alley way
and
back at each desk
sat
waiting an Underwood,
the
manicure
for hundreds of words.