Another Time

holding by the handle like a handbag or small suitcase making my way from attic to my son's room no we're not moving unpack your things allow me to show you this seemingly antiquated marvelous machine as his eyes widened still unaware of what he was seeing sliding off the cover raising the teeth like keys that actually do form a smile while with a chin below of buttons numbers and letters he grasps and grabs an arctic and to some account archaic blank sheet of paper reeling in a feeling feeding the machine now knowing he types OLd scHOol/