Verse by @ash.faraday

the kettle screams and i let it i keep the porch light on for nobody we made a home out of almost the river takes what it is offered

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the bus came and i did not get on the field went gold then went to sleep we were young and the light was cheap

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the sea does not remember any of our names we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast you never asked and i never stopped answering

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the floorboards keep the score i put the whole year in one suitcase somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the highway hums the way you used to i am learning to be a room with the curtains open