she asks
me, drinking her third apple
martini, what year, what era,
what time would you go back
to? say you had a one shot
at going and coming back.
i clink her glass with mine
and say. hmmm. good question
my dear. very good question.
i tell her four years ago
and give her the exact date,
the exact time.
that's it, she says, you wouldn't
go back to the cave man days,
or medieval times,
or biblical times.
nah. four years, six days, and
nine hours ago.
i'd go back to that and make
things right by swiping left.
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