Verse by @vera.tundra

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i love you in the tense that has no word the kettle screams and i let it we were young and the light was cheap

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i keep apologizing to furniture i buried the argument in the yard the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the tape hissed where your voice should be i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand your laugh survives in the hallway the birds do not know we broke up

we sang until the neighbors forgave us