Verse by @june.parade

the kettle screams and i let it i am learning the names of ordinary things again you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i speak to the version of you that listens

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i keep the porch light on for nobody the kettle screams and i let it my hands still know your kitchen

i keep apologizing to furniture i keep the porch light on for nobody the highway hums the way you used to we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

the map was wrong but the walking was right the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays