I listen
to the whirr
of the old dot matrix -
agonizingly slow,
irritatingly loud,
yet strangely reassuring.
So much a part of you,
my lusty love
and your Luddite ways
and your fistful
of blissful
words.
You dumped
(after much persuasion)
the electric Brother
you'd used for years
to record
(with two fingers)
those lines of love
and tears
that opened my heart
(and my legs)
some fourteen years
ago.
But the old dot matrix
stays -
(you've even found a source
of black fabric ribbons)
and every time I hear
its rhythmical, intrusive sound
(reminiscent of a dentist drilling)
I smile -
remembering
how much,
how very much
I love you.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-dot-matrix-for-jerry/
