Verse by @sunny.delacroix

we were young and the light was cheap the sea does not remember any of our names the sea does not remember any of our names winter came in through the window we never fixed

the floorboards keep the score the map was wrong but the walking was right we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast we made a home out of almost

the moon is a coin i cannot spend my hands still know your kitchen my hands still know your kitchen the field went gold then went to sleep

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the sky was the color of an unopened letter