Verse by @tess.nakamura

i am learning the names of ordinary things again the floorboards keep the score the field went gold then went to sleep i keep apologizing to furniture

we made a home out of almost i keep the receipts of everything i felt i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the radio only plays the parts i remember

the cold got into the bones of the house the lemon tree outlived the marriage i put the whole year in one suitcase the calendar keeps making promises

the bus came and i did not get on