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My mother begged me: Please, please, study stenography... Without it I would have no future, and thi
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January 5, 2017
[The Time Machine]
[Laura Kasischke]
My mother begged me: Please, please, study
stenography...
Without it
I would have no future, and this
is the future that was lost in time to me
having scoffed at her, refusing
to learn the only skill Iâd ever need, the one
I will associate forever now with loss, with her
bald head, her wig, a world
already gone
by the time we had this argument, while
our walls stayed slathered in its pale green.
While we
wore its sweater sets. While we
giddily picked the pineapple
off our hams with toothpicks. Now
Iâm lost somewhere between
1937
and 1973. My
time machine, blown off course, just
as my mother knew it would be.
Oh, Mama: forget about me.
You donât have to forgive
me, but know this, please:
I am
the Stenographer now.
I am
the Secretary you wanted me to be. I am
the girl who gained the expertise you
knew some day some man would need.
Too late, maybe.
(Evening.)
Iâm sick, I think.
Youâre dead.
Iâm weak.
âAnd now Iâm going to tell you
a little secret.
Get your pen and steno-pad, and sit
down across from me.â
Ready?
The grieving:
It never ends.
You learn a million
tricks, memorize
the symbols &
practice the techniques
and still you wake up every morning
lost inside your
lost machine. Confused, but always
on a journey.
Disordered.
Cut short.
Still moving.
Keep speaking
Mama.
Please.
Iâm taking it down
so quickly, so
quickly, even
(perhaps especially)
when I appear
not to be.
I do this naturally.
See? So
naturally
that in the end
no training was ever needed.
None at all.
None at all.
I taught myself so well.
Itâs all I can do now.
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About This Poem
âAs I moved from childhood to adolescence, my mother became more and more worried about how Iâd support myself after high school, what I could possibly do in the world to survive. She begged me to study secretarial skills I didnât want to haveâalthough I did win the Best Typist in Class Award in eighth grade. I refused to take the class about which I write in this poem. Itâs not an exaggeration, exactly, to say that my mother thought this greatly diminished my chances of success in life. Weâd looked up, together, the requirements for being a stewardess (later to be called âflight attendant,â of course), but âstraight teethâ was another thing I didnât have. My mother hoped I might consider being a travel agent. We had no way of knowing, of course, how much the world was about to change, how technology would make any stenography skills I would have acquired, had I been a better daughter, more or less obsolete, and how the Internet would have put me out of work as a travel agent just when Iâd reached an age that would have made it difficult for me to retrain for something else. She never witnessed any of these changes, but I have. She never knew me as anyone with a career beyond Worst Babysitter in the Neighborhood. Here, I start up this old argument again. I believe it was triggered in my mind by a wall I glimpsed, painted that pastel green I associate with the decade before the one in which I was bornâa color my mother must have associated with many of her own lifeâs successes and failures, and her hopes and fears for mine, with which she died.â
âLaura Kasischke
Laura Kasischke is the author of Where Now: New and Selected Poems, forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in 2017. She teaches at the University of Michigan and lives in Chelsea, Michigan.
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