Verse by @bram.ellery

we sang until the neighbors forgave us i love you in the tense that has no word i buried the argument in the yard the bus came and i did not get on

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i am learning the names of ordinary things again the map was wrong but the walking was right i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

i keep apologizing to furniture every train sounds like leaving from here i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the tape hissed where your voice should be i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand