We invented a time machine.
The lights went out, every one
And we lost a hundred years, flicked away.
The night stretched out, a taffy-pull.
The baby kept her own clock
And found her way by scent,
Under the Shalimar, the sweat
That collects beneath my breast,
The dark gave us a chance
To talk at midnight, medieval.
We had enough candles not to light them.
Daisy Bassen is a practicing psychiatrist and poet. She has been published in Oberon, The Sow’s Ear, AMWA Literary Review, The Opiate, SUSAN|The Journal, Arcturus and Adelaide Literary Review and has several pending publications. She lives in Rhode Island with my husband and children.