Remington Portable

by Bruce Parker

Years ago while I was in boot camp,
my mom hocked my typewriter to buy vodka.

I saw it again
in the Taos home of D. H. Lawrence,
on a little desk in a corner, the shock—
That’s my typewriter
and awe of the famous writer
using “my” machine.

More years afterward I bought another just like it,
and in the same way as his
it gathers dust now,
a silent, black rebuke.