Verse by @cass.overgrow

the calendar keeps making promises we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i buried the argument in the yard the field went gold then went to sleep

the sea does not remember any of our names i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the calendar keeps making promises the bus came and i did not get on

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i speak to the version of you that listens the cold got into the bones of the house the birds do not know we broke up

the map was wrong but the walking was right