We had eaten to the bone what was the good meat
and were wondering what to do with the leftovers
we had left
the bad pieces; bottles of bad

We
did not want to take the forest
home, no one wants to
"we were happy to be
left sticking to ourselves"
we saw

a mouth of regret
and a willing eye
"Oh!" was all he said
Oh how agreeable you are
going
"I do not know" in the most agreeable
way
we go
we do
than do

while the excitement in his voice
was trying to find
what it already possessed. Now we
have it it lies
in love does it not repeat itself?

Otherness
Ratherness over Otherness
we do really believe in
the thought of it

Isn't that wherein you live?