Verse by @rae.voss

i buried the argument in the yard nothing holy ever asked for my name i still set the table for the ghost of us you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the dog still waits by the door at six you left your jacket on the chair like a promise summer left its fingerprints on the glass

you never asked and i never stopped answering i am learning to be a room with the curtains open somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the kettle screams and i let it

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried