Verse by @marlow.quinn

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i love you in the tense that has no word my mother taught me how to fold a grudge you never asked and i never stopped answering

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am learning the names of ordinary things again the field went gold then went to sleep my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i buried the argument in the yard the river takes what it is offered the moon is a coin i cannot spend the cold got into the bones of the house

i counted every streetlight home the map was wrong but the walking was right we made a home out of almost the cold got into the bones of the house

the kettle screams and i let it winter came in through the window we never fixed the calendar keeps making promises i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open