Verse by @rae.voss

i buried the argument in the yard i keep the receipts of everything i felt the dog still waits by the door at six the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the sea does not remember any of our names i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the sea does not remember any of our names you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the river takes what it is offered the kettle screams and i let it

the sea does not remember any of our names nothing holy ever asked for my name the moon is a coin i cannot spend we made a home out of almost