Verse by @birdie.quinn

your laugh survives in the hallway the tape hissed where your voice should be the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i wore your city like a borrowed coat

the river takes what it is offered the calendar keeps making promises nothing holy ever asked for my name we were young and the light was cheap

winter came in through the window we never fixed i keep the porch light on for nobody i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i counted every streetlight home