- Double Indemnity
No, not insurance. What I meant to say was “double identity,”
as in Boutros Boutros-Ghali, William Carlos Williams, Sirhan Sirhan,
Lady Gaga. For these folks, surely, The Postman Always Rings Twice.
But now I’ve Mildred Pierced myself to the image of James M. Cain,
typing away in his little white house in suburban Maryland. His typewriter
is preserved in a university library; I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the change
from manual to electric to electronic to what-the-hell-is-a-typewriter
and no one will be archiving our battered beloved iPads,
even if they once belonged to Yo-Yo Ma, Flavor Flav, or Marky Mark.
Now all our devices must do at least two things: phone-cameras,
calculator-umbrellas. But in truth all of us lead double lives, an outer
story plus a hidden story, separated by such a thin skin. Tell us that one again
Ford Madox Ford, Kris Kristofferson, Humbert Humbert, Richie Rich. [End Page 187]
Kim Roberts’s fourth book of poems is To the South Pole (Broadkill River Press, 2015). She is the editor of Beltway Poetry Quarterly and the anthology Full Moon on K Street: Poems About Washington, DC (Plan B Press, 2010).