Verse by @saoirse.grain

my hands still know your kitchen i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i speak to the version of you that listens the mirror learned my face by accident

i speak to the version of you that listens the lemon tree outlived the marriage the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the map was wrong but the walking was right

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am learning the names of ordinary things again we are all somebody else's weather i buried the argument in the yard

the bus came and i did not get on the bus came and i did not get on