Verse by @nova.quill

the sky was the color of an unopened letter i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries you were a rumor i believed twice i am learning the names of ordinary things again the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

the kettle screams and i let it the mirror learned my face by accident the bus came and i did not get on i love you in the tense that has no word

i wore your city like a borrowed coat