Verse by @mara.holloway

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the dog still waits by the door at six i keep the receipts of everything i felt my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i keep the porch light on for nobody the highway hums the way you used to the lemon tree outlived the marriage i wore your city like a borrowed coat

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the kettle screams and i let it the dog still waits by the door at six i put the whole year in one suitcase

i love you in the tense that has no word i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we are all somebody else's weather nothing holy ever asked for my name

we are all somebody else's weather