Verse by @harper.slate

the mirror learned my face by accident i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i love you in the tense that has no word i put the whole year in one suitcase

the highway hums the way you used to the birds do not know we broke up somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the field went gold then went to sleep winter came in through the window we never fixed i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast