The Society for the Prevention of Something
Can’t remember what.
Some kind of violation of people (or animals)
or maybe the loss of an old building (or park).
I just remember that something was
happening that needed preventing,
really, because you were fuming,
distracted and, I knew, guilty
when we enjoyed desserts
or blew off a Saturday afternoon.
But I do remember how much
you wanted to prevent the thing
and how much I craved,
sitting next to you, your hand around
the back of my neck, resting there,
and you telling me, in a whisper,
we would endure it all together.
Appeared in Orion headless, now defunct