Sewing machines make chains; seamstresses are chained to their machines. Your clothes are chained to you like the scales of a fish. Your manners are chained to you like your good looks. Your desire to keep your clothes on is one voice among a great polyphony. I used to write poetry using a typewriter. I’ve watched Liberace on YouTube playing a typewriter with an orchestra. Overhead streetcar wires sing to everyone about love. They connect, they spark; they power streetcars. In a city, pedestrians move with a rhythm that harmonizes with cars and trucks. Otherwise, thump thump.