A stone. I wake up in
My New York apartment
With Ana de Armas
Asking what I want for
Breakfast.
The time traveller moves
A chair. En route to
Colonised Mars.
They ask me to be an
Interim president there.
Hands down.
No complains.
Time traveller does
Nothing this time.
He had a chance to do
Something but bored,
Tired, procrastinates
And sleeps.
I end up in misery here.
Broke, ugly, single
And still choking on
Poems.
The third one is me.
Haven't realised it yet but
I've travelled to the
Present of this timeline
For nothing.