He puts out a double album, vinyl.
Each side’s a variation of his name
that I can’t read – I didn’t bring dream glasses.  

Side One is simple and shortest –
“I know everything about Transportation”.
It’s a demo.                   


I’m at a small dinner party he hosts,
a serve-yourself buffet.
The clear plastic plates are small.  

And the food is weird.
Then, I realize it’s vegan turkey roll
showing us there are options.                      


I’m in bed, looking at four bookmarks –
vacation flyers with his name and picture.
My wife pleads Can’t we relax this weekend?  

I wake thinking It can’t still be the weekend.
I just trekked a loop in a time traveler’s knapsack.
Now I’m back, buoyed in future’s helium.