they tell me that tomorrow
it will be 26 years since you have been gone.

i tell them
that cannot be.

i look at this photo
and it's like yesterday.

i want to build a time machine
in my back yard
out of cardboard boxes and styrofoam,
rubber bands and sheets of bubble wrap.
I'll fuel it with turpentine & vodka, paint it bright red and purple
and blast back to yesterday
with the dual cassette ghettoblaster singing
she sells sanctuary & you give love a bad name...
♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥ ♥♥