Verse by @kai.ashland

the calendar keeps making promises the birds do not know we broke up i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the sea does not remember any of our names

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i keep the receipts of everything i felt the moon is a coin i cannot spend the birds do not know we broke up

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the kettle screams and i let it the calendar keeps making promises we sang until the neighbors forgave us

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the sky was the color of an unopened letter winter came in through the window we never fixed