Verse by @otis.lowlight

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the highway hums the way you used to the dog still waits by the door at six nothing holy ever asked for my name

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the mirror learned my face by accident the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the cold got into the bones of the house

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand summer left its fingerprints on the glass the floorboards keep the score