Verse by @theo.brackish

the calendar keeps making promises i left the door unlocked for a season the floorboards keep the score i buried the argument in the yard

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried you were a rumor i believed twice we are all somebody else's weather the river takes what it is offered

the moon is a coin i cannot spend the highway hums the way you used to i wore your city like a borrowed coat i keep apologizing to furniture

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i love you in the tense that has no word the floorboards keep the score my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

the map was wrong but the walking was right i keep the porch light on for nobody i love you in the tense that has no word the birds do not know we broke up

the dog still waits by the door at six