technophobe in me
the technophobe in me
goes into a staples store to buy a printer
but can’t understand half the information on the box
gets ready to ask the clerk
don’t you have printers that you just plug-in and print?
none of this wireless, eprint, iphone junk
but the technophobe in me stays mute and confused
fondles a typewriter at the end of the aisle
then leaves the staples store in placid empty-handed ecstasy
dreaming away these twenty-first century blues.