My life is a time machine.
Eighteen years ago, my eyes witness lights flashing down upon me
A second later, I cry.
One year later into the future I’m chasing chickens
They were like my pets,
I would wake up early in the morning go in the coral and feed them.
From before my time and after I no longer exist,
We will feed on the juicy tenderness of white meat
And that is how my chickens died.
My life is a time machine.
I close my eyes, and when I open them again
I’m making a wish from the 8 candles lit in front of me.
Everyone running around ignoring the tradition delicious deserts my mom made.
It is the year 2000, the police arrive at my house,
My sister’s excuse is, “I thought the power rangers would come?”
Ten years into the future, I’ve finally finished medical school
And I am happily married to my high school sweetheart with a beautiful baby.
Take it back nine years; I’m now no longer interested in chickens.
As my grandparents watch me in the coral,
I chase the ducks and mock the turkeys that live across the ocean in Peru.
My life is a time machine.
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