Verse by @opal.static

i keep the porch light on for nobody summer left its fingerprints on the glass the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the sea does not remember any of our names

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the calendar keeps making promises i speak to the version of you that listens the bus came and i did not get on

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the sky was the color of an unopened letter the kettle screams and i let it you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

we made a home out of almost nothing holy ever asked for my name you never asked and i never stopped answering the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

i buried the argument in the yard the cold got into the bones of the house the cold got into the bones of the house i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i wore your city like a borrowed coat i love you in the tense that has no word