Verse by @lyra.dunes

the river takes what it is offered i am learning the names of ordinary things again we are all somebody else's weather winter came in through the window we never fixed

the cold got into the bones of the house i buried the argument in the yard the lemon tree outlived the marriage the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the tape hissed where your voice should be my hands still know your kitchen

i buried the argument in the yard