Farewell
The morning I finished the time machine I traveled to five minutes before we met. Nothing changed. I shot myself back fourteen times. Each trip led me to the same aluminum shell and copper wires. Last night I returned to ten minutes before, trying to forget. ... This poem originally appeared Lyrical Passion Poetry. It also appeared in in Colin's first full-length collection of poetry, The Mattress Parlor (Scribble Fire Press, 2011). |
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