Verse by @saoirse.grain

the mirror learned my face by accident the dog still waits by the door at six i speak to the version of you that listens the cold got into the bones of the house

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the birds do not know we broke up

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the river takes what it is offered we made a home out of almost

the river takes what it is offered i still set the table for the ghost of us i wore your city like a borrowed coat