Verse by @wilder.june

i buried the argument in the yard i counted every streetlight home the river takes what it is offered i buried the argument in the yard

i put the whole year in one suitcase we are all somebody else's weather i wore your city like a borrowed coat i left the door unlocked for a season

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the river takes what it is offered the cold got into the bones of the house i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

every train sounds like leaving from here the lemon tree outlived the marriage