you travel back in time
but only twenty years and you bet
on all the sports and all the spirits.
A winter’s face comes in July and
implores you to double check your tax return.
After ^putting on your glasses, yous ee that
the numbers are not numbers at all, but only
figures, exclamation points and
question marks. What is a ford mustang doing, parked in your gargarge?
why have you blown up with such a devious inferno?