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mckibben, 6:03am
by Angela Thomasthe street is dark, save a pair of lonely headlights
on taxi T42985C and a small spill of yellow light
coming from the basement window. the man
at the desk is industry at work, tap tap typing
on laptop, spreading seeping messages and images
that burn into your memory thru the ether.
back in the day, there was probably another
who kept the records for the factory above
his head. he typed tapped on a different
machine and stored meticulous notes,
figures, efficiencies, a recording process
of a different kind. this is a kind of strange
evolution. still, in that darkness holding
the window panes in time, kindling burns. 11/18/2011 Posted on 11/18/2011
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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