there is a charm to typing with a typewriter
because the keys
(when you hit them)
sound like gunfire.
like the sound of my mother’s hearbeat
when she’s sitting on the sofa
knees pulled together and back
her (wrinkled) face facing forward
watching the television
"there is a bombing today," she tells me
gunshots in the clock on the wall
and the news reporter continues to drone on
he is covering the Macy’s parade
there is a bombardment of noise, he tells us
I do not correct her.