Verse by @birdie.quinn

i still set the table for the ghost of us you left your jacket on the chair like a promise you never asked and i never stopped answering the kettle screams and i let it

i keep apologizing to furniture i keep apologizing to furniture the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i keep the receipts of everything i felt

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand you never asked and i never stopped answering i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud winter came in through the window we never fixed

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i buried the argument in the yard the bus came and i did not get on the lemon tree outlived the marriage

i am learning the names of ordinary things again