Verse by @arden.wolfe

the map was wrong but the walking was right nothing holy ever asked for my name the calendar keeps making promises i keep the porch light on for nobody

the radio only plays the parts i remember i buried the argument in the yard my hands still know your kitchen the kettle screams and i let it

your laugh survives in the hallway the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am learning the names of ordinary things again the cold got into the bones of the house

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we are all somebody else's weather i still set the table for the ghost of us

the map was wrong but the walking was right the river takes what it is offered i love you in the tense that has no word the mirror learned my face by accident

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i put the whole year in one suitcase the mirror learned my face by accident