Verse by @poppy.mires

the river takes what it is offered i keep the porch light on for nobody the map was wrong but the walking was right we sang until the neighbors forgave us

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the lemon tree outlived the marriage

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i keep the receipts of everything i felt the kettle screams and i let it the tape hissed where your voice should be

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the tape hissed where your voice should be i still set the table for the ghost of us you never asked and i never stopped answering