Verse by @wren.hollow

i keep apologizing to furniture we are all somebody else's weather the tape hissed where your voice should be i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries we are all somebody else's weather i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i left the door unlocked for a season we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i wore your city like a borrowed coat i left the door unlocked for a season

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i buried the argument in the yard