Verse by @kessler.groove

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am learning the names of ordinary things again the map was wrong but the walking was right

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the dog still waits by the door at six the tape hissed where your voice should be i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i left the door unlocked for a season the dog still waits by the door at six you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the moon is a coin i cannot spend

we sang until the neighbors forgave us i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i keep the porch light on for nobody the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors