Verse by @isla.marren

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the dog still waits by the door at six the kettle screams and i let it the radio only plays the parts i remember

i keep the porch light on for nobody the kettle screams and i let it the highway hums the way you used to we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

i counted every streetlight home the cold got into the bones of the house there is a version of us that stayed the dog still waits by the door at six

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge there is a version of us that stayed