Verse by @cass.overgrow

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i put the whole year in one suitcase the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

you were a rumor i believed twice every train sounds like leaving from here i keep apologizing to furniture the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

i love you in the tense that has no word nothing holy ever asked for my name the kettle screams and i let it my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands