Verse by @poppy.mires

i buried the argument in the yard i wore your city like a borrowed coat i love you in the tense that has no word i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

nothing holy ever asked for my name the map was wrong but the walking was right you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

the sea does not remember any of our names the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the river takes what it is offered summer left its fingerprints on the glass

the river takes what it is offered i counted every streetlight home the field went gold then went to sleep you never asked and i never stopped answering

the field went gold then went to sleep the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath every train sounds like leaving from here i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

the cold got into the bones of the house you never asked and i never stopped answering i buried the argument in the yard