Burnside

I did it.
I built a time machine.
It worked and everything.
For about five minutes.

Five minutes.
That’s how far it sent me.
Into the future.
Oh, boy.

There’s me, confused.
Fiddling with the machine.
I don’t get it, I said.
I know, I responded. Me either.

Deb wasn’t too happy.
But then again, she was.
We checked lots of boxes.
You know what I mean.

Work? Interesting.
They had to keep us both.
Chronological discrimination.
Yeah. We made it a thing.

Then yesterday we decided.
Some crimes can be fun–
Especially when your alibied.
God bless the DMV.

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