Karen Anderson Is

(this poem was inspired by the three word title, which was stamped upon a vintage typewriter platen that I recently purchased.) Karen Anderson is… stamped upon my platen, forever to be seen. I wonder what she thought, and where she's been? Perhaps she typed her own name, thinking only later on, that no one might quite find her, with no paper drawn upon. Yet here she is, sweet Karen, and I wonder just what she is. Is she drawn and quartered, married? Is she paralyzed with fear? That some may come one day, and recognize her fear? Might every breath be chaos now, with death close, ever near'r? Yes! Karen Anderson is, and shall be to the end. Will you and I be here or gone when Karen on this platen fades? So here we contemplate sweet Karen, sweet Karen on this roller plate. A typed omission of her past, a stamped reminder of her fate. ~TH~ --- March 11, 2015 http://wrongwaywriteway.com