writing.

i will put my poems, plays, and other musings here.

fifteen dollar cassette recorder

i pry her open with my thumbnail

insert the spiraling rectangle that she will imprint with my collection of songs

a hollow filled with wires and wheels that i cautiously trust but never comprehend

six buttons two slides three switches and a belt clip

smooth rounded corners ergonomic for pockets and pouches

i push the red circle [wait for one two let her get settled] press play on my playlist and off we go.

i palpate this palpitating creature

she shivers along to the music

i pat her back as she falters

my swift finger a defibrillator shocking her back to life

don’t die on me now, girl

we ride along, keeping each other going through the 45 minute timer

when she’s done i rewind to check

this clicking squealing brand new song that only she can create

creating something that will belong only to me

a job well done.

she produces an electric smell as i open her up again and turn the tape over.

now to record the b side