Verse by @lyra.dunes

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i put the whole year in one suitcase the floorboards keep the score i keep apologizing to furniture

we were young and the light was cheap we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast nothing holy ever asked for my name the river takes what it is offered

the river takes what it is offered summer left its fingerprints on the glass the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i counted every streetlight home

every train sounds like leaving from here i wore your city like a borrowed coat