Verse by @otis.lowlight

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the tape hissed where your voice should be we sang until the neighbors forgave us summer left its fingerprints on the glass

the floorboards keep the score i speak to the version of you that listens i am learning the names of ordinary things again there is a version of us that stayed

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the sky was the color of an unopened letter the field went gold then went to sleep

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open you were a rumor i believed twice the calendar keeps making promises somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried