Be nice to me tonight. If you're going to make anything feel like forever, make it this evening. No tricks, no changes, no tossing up of the past. Let us play a card game with an infinite deck. Cling to something simple, true, and quotidien. Let me have a whole nighttime of quiet hosting, ginger beers, and the ritual of card-dealing. Give me something impossible to psychoanalyze. Forget, alongside me, what I practice forgetting. Recall the rules of the game, the cards that have been played, the motions of shuffling, the things simple, true, and quotidien. Become older than 16,17,18. Become an adult with me and let me dream about life as it is now, simple and true. Be gentle and unimaginative. The danger is passed. There is nothing to create. There is only this.