I want you to think of me when

He lived in a dirty dish half covered by moss

The worms long reclaimed their governance of that terrain

Rot erupting from the spacee the light still seeps in

Will the end taste this bitter?

You almost had me, it’s true, she said

Having crawled out of that damp cocoon

No better than upon arrival

Only sticky with love

How beautiful the ruin feels

Bones and all