Verse by @arden.wolfe

i keep the porch light on for nobody the sky was the color of an unopened letter i keep the receipts of everything i felt i love you in the tense that has no word

the kettle screams and i let it the cold got into the bones of the house summer left its fingerprints on the glass we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep the porch light on for nobody

i keep the receipts of everything i felt