Verse by @tide.mercer

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath summer left its fingerprints on the glass the field went gold then went to sleep summer left its fingerprints on the glass

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the sky was the color of an unopened letter the field went gold then went to sleep

i am learning the names of ordinary things again you were a rumor i believed twice i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the cold got into the bones of the house

the radio only plays the parts i remember the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i left the door unlocked for a season i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the highway hums the way you used to