Verse by @port.calloway

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the field went gold then went to sleep we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i love you in the tense that has no word the lemon tree outlived the marriage winter came in through the window we never fixed

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the highway hums the way you used to the lemon tree outlived the marriage my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors we are all somebody else's weather i love you in the tense that has no word my hands still know your kitchen