At an antique shop, Peter picked up
a small wooden car.
It vibrated in his hand.
Walking in the woods, Betty stared
as the darkness
seemed to assume a shape.
The filling in Joe’s left maxillary
second molar abruptly spoke to him.
The voice sounded like Cary Grant.
Billy found a plastic rifle in the alley
and pointed it at a bird on the fence.
When he pulled the trigger
the rifle made no noise
but the bird dropped dead.
Her TV would not budge from channel 11,
and this was not her local station.
The young couple decided to pretend,
in turn, to tell each other
what they would tell themselves
fifty years later
if they could reach back in time.
Shaving in the morning
something was strange.
John used to have blue eyes;
now they were brown.
Then he found, whereas
he had always been left-handed,
his left hand was less adept
at brushing his teeth than his right.
It turned out Ann had always
been a perfect friend
because she wasn’t human,
at least not like us.