Verse by @tess.nakamura

the cold got into the bones of the house the map was wrong but the walking was right the dog still waits by the door at six we made a home out of almost

we were young and the light was cheap the mirror learned my face by accident i am learning the names of ordinary things again the sea does not remember any of our names

the moon is a coin i cannot spend every train sounds like leaving from here i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the dog still waits by the door at six

the river takes what it is offered