I dreamt last night
that I was typing
on an old typewriter
my large fingers
mashing down
on the keys
getting stuck
it worried me
panic
some family members
also died in the dream
This poem is from the out of print chapbook ingrown air. You can get that chapbook and 5 others, bound together in the upcoming collection of mine, Fingering the Mundane! But I need your help!
Get your copy of FINGERING THE MUNDANE my early poems. It’s a collection of 6 out of print chapbooks. 250 pages of poetry!
