Verse by @arden.wolfe

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the cold got into the bones of the house the river takes what it is offered

i keep apologizing to furniture the mirror learned my face by accident we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the map was wrong but the walking was right

the radio only plays the parts i remember i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i keep apologizing to furniture the calendar keeps making promises

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night my mother taught me how to fold a grudge