Verse by @cass.overgrow

we were young and the light was cheap i keep the porch light on for nobody there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the mirror learned my face by accident

the tape hissed where your voice should be the river takes what it is offered you were a rumor i believed twice every train sounds like leaving from here

the river takes what it is offered the highway hums the way you used to the calendar keeps making promises i left the door unlocked for a season