Verse by @mara.holloway

i love you in the tense that has no word the birds do not know we broke up winter came in through the window we never fixed the field went gold then went to sleep

summer left its fingerprints on the glass we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast we are all somebody else's weather

the sea does not remember any of our names we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast there is a version of us that stayed i love you in the tense that has no word

the cold got into the bones of the house i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the moon is a coin i cannot spend i keep the receipts of everything i felt