june 1 - the farewell poem

today's prompt is to write a farewell poem.

I carried a typewriter

I carried your typewriter,
Not very far, but still I did as I was told.

I observe in secret your fingers as they
puncture light with this vessel,
clarify the space that exists in the photographs,
where the subject is turned,
looking away,
Hiding her subjectivity.

I am bludgeoned by my own need to know
where that gaze ends up.
The typewriter doesn’t answer my questions
The way I imagine they should be.
It stammers,
eager to dispel
unnecessary assumptions,
and leaves breadcrumbs
down certain paths,
coaxing me to follow.

I carried a typewriter
Crossing the street with this Mysterious heavyweight,
Wondering where the words will go
when departure arrives.