The best Rock lines from the corpus.

TV blue, then lamp yellow, now kitchen white

The door left open hums like whispering

This is Target overhead glare

But you're standing in my empty house

The rain tastes like rust

Stand for something or fall for anything

What if I was wrong about everything?

I watched you wait until the waiting turned you cold

Left a man bleeding in a parking lot and ran

Where your son sits holding what used to hold strong

But you said my hands were shaking when I held you

I was the storm that called itself home

Tea ring where I've been setting down the same cold cup

Twenty years of swallowing my teeth

The concrete floor remembers every note

Tea never cools, never burns

I'll be the hand that doesn't shake

I left the driveway dark so no one'd look

Who left rooms like smoke, left promises hanging

Autumn leaves falling in July behind my eyes

It's raining — I didn't know it was going to rain.

The man I was this morning doesn't exist

City lights like scattered accusations

The third time round, the truck just made the turn

Your hand weighs nothing and everything at once

But kept the time clock running

When her morning radio stops

Dark squares on the wall where we used to hang

But my hands shake when I'm not fixing

Tea cold but I pour another cup