Verse by @cass.overgrow

the kettle screams and i let it there is a version of us that stayed the cold got into the bones of the house we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

i still set the table for the ghost of us we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the map was wrong but the walking was right the sea does not remember any of our names

i speak to the version of you that listens the kettle screams and i let it we are all somebody else's weather you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

i buried the argument in the yard we are all somebody else's weather every train sounds like leaving from here the calendar keeps making promises

the mirror learned my face by accident