Verse by @rae.voss

the dog still waits by the door at six i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the tape hissed where your voice should be i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the moon is a coin i cannot spend you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

i counted every streetlight home i am learning to be a room with the curtains open every train sounds like leaving from here the mirror learned my face by accident

my hands still know your kitchen i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i keep the receipts of everything i felt the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

i counted every streetlight home i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet my hands still know your kitchen