Verse by @mara.holloway

winter came in through the window we never fixed your laugh survives in the hallway the dog still waits by the door at six i buried the argument in the yard

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the river takes what it is offered you never asked and i never stopped answering every train sounds like leaving from here

summer left its fingerprints on the glass we sang until the neighbors forgave us the sky was the color of an unopened letter the cold got into the bones of the house

the river takes what it is offered you never asked and i never stopped answering the river takes what it is offered i put the whole year in one suitcase

i speak to the version of you that listens i am learning the names of ordinary things again i left the door unlocked for a season i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

the field went gold then went to sleep the mirror learned my face by accident we were young and the light was cheap the floorboards keep the score