Verse by @tess.nakamura

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand every train sounds like leaving from here your laugh survives in the hallway we sang until the neighbors forgave us

i keep the receipts of everything i felt summer left its fingerprints on the glass the bus came and i did not get on the mirror learned my face by accident

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the cold got into the bones of the house the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the sea does not remember any of our names

there is a version of us that stayed the sky was the color of an unopened letter the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays