Elizabeth Helmich , that is one of the best poems I’ve ever read on Medium. It really, really turned me on.

Of course, a big part of that is because for most of my life I’ve had a very strong typewriter fetish. Typewriters have always turned me on. I’ve owned over a dozen of them in my life. But it’s been almost twenty years since I’ve been in the possession of one.

I remember once, a hundred years ago, I was in the middle of a very hot and passionate love affair. Occasionally, in the middle of the night I would wake up and very quietly sneak out of bed and go into the living room where my desk was. I would sit down at the desk and turn on the desk lamp. Then I would turn on my electric typewriter and roll a piece of paper into it. And then my fingers would start dancing a mile a minute.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of typing my lover would come out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes and ask, “What the hell are you doing?”

I would apologize, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I just needed some time with my typewriter.”

That’s the thing about typewriters; compared to laptops they are very, very, very loud!

I miss that.