We sat in the grass in the late night,
Though it was still warm from the daytime.
‘Tell me not to.’
That was enough for then.
I put rings on my fingers
And twirled them around,
Contemplating, and not unusually,
All I do not care about.
You said, ‘I’m sorry it’s eating you.’
I said, ‘I’m eaten.’
Covet the idea of life, Explore what it would mean to used to be.