Verse by @tess.nakamura

the mirror learned my face by accident the sky was the color of an unopened letter there is a version of us that stayed the sea does not remember any of our names

the lemon tree outlived the marriage nothing holy ever asked for my name i still set the table for the ghost of us winter came in through the window we never fixed

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the highway hums the way you used to i counted every streetlight home every train sounds like leaving from here

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast