Verse by @port.calloway

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the tape hissed where your voice should be somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the bus came and i did not get on the field went gold then went to sleep the kettle screams and i let it the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the map was wrong but the walking was right the calendar keeps making promises i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i speak to the version of you that listens

i love you in the tense that has no word the field went gold then went to sleep the sky was the color of an unopened letter nothing holy ever asked for my name

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i buried the argument in the yard winter came in through the window we never fixed i keep the porch light on for nobody

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights summer left its fingerprints on the glass winter came in through the window we never fixed