Verse by @birdie.quinn

we are all somebody else's weather i am learning to be a room with the curtains open somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried winter came in through the window we never fixed

the bus came and i did not get on i buried the argument in the yard i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the floorboards keep the score

the kettle screams and i let it i wore your city like a borrowed coat i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

i keep apologizing to furniture the moon is a coin i cannot spend i keep apologizing to furniture