Verse by @theo.brackish

the mirror learned my face by accident i counted every streetlight home the highway hums the way you used to the tape hissed where your voice should be

the birds do not know we broke up the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am the last one at the party fixing the lights nothing holy ever asked for my name

i left the door unlocked for a season the field went gold then went to sleep i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries there is honey in the bottom of the bad years