Verse by @fenn.arlo

i am learning the names of ordinary things again we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the dog still waits by the door at six you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the sea does not remember any of our names i buried the argument in the yard

i wore your city like a borrowed coat we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries