Typewriter Series #3091
A Custom About Our Depths
Isn’t it time for another Typewriter Series poem that you’ve not yet read? Isn’t it time to share poetry and read it together and to put our tired fingers on the throbbing pulse of this beautiful place? It is friends, it is.
Today we’ve got Typewriter Series #3091, and it just continues to baffle me how many poems have found their way from my mind to this strange, sprawling series. 3091 and there’s no sign of them stopping, so I’ll keep sharing them.
This poem was a custom poem, about a very unique friend of ours. She wanted something to remind her who she was, and I think the fun of this, was in this pursuit of my reminding, I got to show her parts that maybe she never saw, elements she’d never allowed herself to acknowledge. It’s a beautiful thing to show someone a piece of art about them, and have them react with confused shyness, a magical realization that holy shit, someone sees that inside me? Maybe I can see it too?
I hope that’s what this did, reminded, and perhaps introduced her to what’s always been there.
Below is the poem, a thank you to all of you stunning souls that choose to help keep the lights on in this place, to donate to me $5 a month, which I know is a big ask from me. Truly, I couldn’t do this if it wasn’t for your support, and I really hope more of you will choose to join us, not for the money I do so desperately need, but to build this community bigger than it already is, better than I ever thought it could be. Anyway, on to the poem:
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