Verse by @mara.holloway

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise you never asked and i never stopped answering the sky was the color of an unopened letter the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the highway hums the way you used to there is a version of us that stayed i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the river takes what it is offered the tape hissed where your voice should be i speak to the version of you that listens

you were a rumor i believed twice there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i buried the argument in the yard