Verse by @marlow.quinn

the moon is a coin i cannot spend the tape hissed where your voice should be the bus came and i did not get on we made a home out of almost

the bus came and i did not get on there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath every train sounds like leaving from here

my hands still know your kitchen there is a version of us that stayed the field went gold then went to sleep i keep the porch light on for nobody

the map was wrong but the walking was right the sea does not remember any of our names the birds do not know we broke up the kettle screams and i let it

nothing holy ever asked for my name i love you in the tense that has no word