The best Pop lines from the corpus.

You turned the light on and walked through the door

Watch the porch light before you knock

My car keys lay beside me tasting like smoke and morning

Keys sit on the counter, still warm from her pocket

You laughed like breaking glass / Sharp and bright

In hospital-bright lights and parking lots

My shoulders dropped without me knowing

Just Saturday morning claiming its space

But my hands / Don't press flat

But my left hand knows too much now

I left him on the shoulder of I-40 where he belongs

Until tonight the quiet cut the lights

I reached for you in a dark parking lot on a Tuesday

Your pen pressed deep like permanence mattered

Your doorway glow makes my shadow look like someone leaving

There was a Tuesday I almost didn't

Your coffee cup still holds its shape / In my hands

I opened my mouth and she fell out

Leaves a green stain on my wrist by Thursday

Hold eye contact for required time

You were here enough to leave / A warm.

Seventeen asked for permission / Thirty-three kicks down the door

You were just sitting here / Watching me come home

Standing in your kitchen doorway, learning devotion

Engine off but still running

Her shoulder blade pins my leaving

And my shoulders drop an inch I didn't know they'd risen

Wrinkled witness to a life well-lived

Even when it's Tuesday

My shoulders dropped an inch / I didn't know they'd held