When I buried
the time capsule
I imagined cool
futuristic aliens
or my great-great grandchildren
finding
my box
of pogs
and Michael Jackson posters
But it was
an older version of me
not them
searching for my old watch
and my diary
from 1989
With poems
written about time capsules
in another iteration
of the same day
But the ground was
harder now
in the winter
than it was
when I buried it
the first time
and I couldn't shove it
back
underground
Old photos
and memento mori
slipping through my hands
like the neon green slime
and toxic felt markers that
I wanted
to remember
the time capsule
I imagined cool
futuristic aliens
or my great-great grandchildren
finding
my box
of pogs
and Michael Jackson posters
But it was
an older version of me
not them
searching for my old watch
and my diary
from 1989
With poems
written about time capsules
in another iteration
of the same day
But the ground was
harder now
in the winter
than it was
when I buried it
the first time
and I couldn't shove it
back
underground
Old photos
and memento mori
slipping through my hands
like the neon green slime
and toxic felt markers that
I wanted
to remember
