Verse by @june.parade

i counted every streetlight home the map was wrong but the walking was right i am learning the names of ordinary things again i buried the argument in the yard

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the floorboards keep the score we were young and the light was cheap the kettle screams and i let it

nothing holy ever asked for my name i keep apologizing to furniture the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

we are all somebody else's weather i keep the porch light on for nobody i love you in the tense that has no word