it's a typewriter

type: wonder

A little boy at the library pointed at my typewriter and asked “what’s that computer?” For a moment I was startled, as though a computer had snuck onto my table without my knowing, but, looking down at my manual Brother Deluxe, I realized that he had never seen such a thing and didn’t have a word for it.

And that’s the whole thing with poetry too— what word? What wonder? We try to call things by the words we do know, by identifying parts of an experience and extrapolating through metaphor or roughly hybridized names.