My Dad Left a Storage Locker Full of Old Issues of PC Life Magazine

He always had to have the latest gadgets. TVs. Juicers. Those electronic pets you fed with a hug. But time machines were something else altogether. Every year a fresh model with brand new light up guts. A perpetual motion machine of buying and selling time machines as a means of buying and selling more time machines. He said collecting time machines was just a hobby, like mom with her plastic sheets of ancient coins. But I know he liked how it felt to finally disappear. Aching back strapped to that vibrating chair, slim joystick between heavy legs, a smile on his lips long as a pelican’s beak. 

In That Other Town

Time runs

backwards.

The Dead 

come home 

to full beds.