Verse by @jonah.reyes

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open my hands still know your kitchen the dog still waits by the door at six the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

summer left its fingerprints on the glass i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand there is honey in the bottom of the bad years you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

the dog still waits by the door at six i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the river takes what it is offered i am learning the names of ordinary things again

there is a version of us that stayed the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the moon is a coin i cannot spend we were young and the light was cheap

every train sounds like leaving from here