Words for Words' Sake

Windburger - by Andy King

Some people believe if you have nothing nice to say, it's better you don't say anything at all. Maybe the date shakes are nice.

I left my typewriter back home when I left to go traveling, because it's a giant ancient Remington that makes me type very slow, skipping letters at random without warning, so that you slip out of rhythm and swear and wonder if there's any letter that, when typed over the mistake, can mask your fuck up because you care too much about the 5 people who'll read your poem and might give a shit about punctuation and spelling. At least on this, it reminds me of my typos and doesn't skip letters.

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