TYPE WRITER TAPS
When I lived in New York City there was a time
I couldn’t get on the subway
without sitting across from a couple of lesbians
holding hands and sharing music,
one ear bud each, heads nodding in synch.
So when we finally made out on the 6 train
it felt like payday after reading other people’s
romance novels for most of my life.
If I’d have known how tender you were
I might have held on tighter
to you, who wrote odes
with your little type writer taps
into the crook of my arm.
When I lived in New York City there was a time
I couldn’t get on the subway
without sitting across from a couple of lesbians
holding hands and sharing music,
one ear bud each, heads nodding in synch.
So when we finally made out on the 6 train
it felt like payday after reading other people’s
romance novels for most of my life.
If I’d have known how tender you were
I might have held on tighter
to you, who wrote odes
with your little type writer taps
into the crook of my arm.