Posted on May 21, 2003 in Book of Days Possessions
Note: This is part of a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.
Today’s topic: It’s too soon to tell.
It’s too soon to tell if summer will cook me while I tap the keyboard, eroding holes through the letters with the acid of my fingers. My keyboard is a mess, particularly on the left side. The letter “e” has completely worn through. There’s a scar over d, a black gash like an eye lash hair fallen on the cheek. The a and the s keys also suffer, looking nearly as unhealthy as d. Of all the home keys, only j and ; remain readable.
These poor plastic blocks! As the sweat collects atop what has already been laid down, they lose their identity. Fortunately, I know each of them like I know a friend who has forgotten to wear her nametag at a convention. And I know that I can find the e-key in the same place that it always has been, waiting its contribution to my blogging. I honor “e” for its versatility, its ability to pull the freight of many sounds rendered on paper in the semaphore of handwriting. E breaks through to the spring because it is my most stalwart and used letter — I write no Gadsbys; this explains why there’s a tongue of plastic squashed into a larger hole. My heavy usage also explains why the d key has the gash and why the o key looks like an erasure on heavy paper. Poor e. Dead e. Maimed e. Poor all of them. They remind me, every one, of the “jigsaw woman” who I saw begging in Zagreb who every limb was slashed and repatched after a bomb had fallen on her. My keyboard endures the steady pounding of my fingers and for this reason, it looks like a war zone where the chief casualty is the alphabet.
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Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: Write about predictability.