Verse by @arden.wolfe

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i love you in the tense that has no word your laugh survives in the hallway i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the river takes what it is offered i am learning the names of ordinary things again the radio only plays the parts i remember nothing holy ever asked for my name

we are all somebody else's weather i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast my hands still know your kitchen

there is a version of us that stayed i am learning the names of ordinary things again