Verse by @tess.nakamura

i speak to the version of you that listens i speak to the version of you that listens your laugh survives in the hallway your laugh survives in the hallway

you never asked and i never stopped answering i am learning to be a room with the curtains open we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the field went gold then went to sleep

i speak to the version of you that listens my hands still know your kitchen the tape hissed where your voice should be the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays