Verse by @vera.tundra

the moon is a coin i cannot spend you were a rumor i believed twice we are all somebody else's weather my hands still know your kitchen

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the highway hums the way you used to the sea does not remember any of our names i put the whole year in one suitcase

every train sounds like leaving from here the floorboards keep the score there is a version of us that stayed your laugh survives in the hallway

i put the whole year in one suitcase i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the map was wrong but the walking was right i left the door unlocked for a season

we are all somebody else's weather the river takes what it is offered my mother taught me how to fold a grudge