I burned the beans again, knowing how they stick to a pan
unwatched, while I wander off into some imagined future
– turn up the gas to time travel there sooner. I burn
everyone in front of me so that I might forget the past –
turn up the gas to time travel there sooner, to some imagined
future. The beans spit back at me, their eyes burning and
splitting, stuck to the present moment while I time travel
to some imagined future.