Jayson Iwen: .1.4.2

In the night you lean                                                    Over the baby, to make sure it’s okay
The baby wakes terrified                                             A dark animal shape looms
From the fear within you                                              Modeling itself in the child
The only way out of possession                                  To dispossess your thought, you remember

You’ve been so baked you couldn’t stand                   No one ever mentioned the crystal THC
With which they’d laced the pot                                  Those nights were long affairs
Watching the submarine calm of the ceiling                In the extra bedroom
Watching fire light flicker on the tent flap                     Listening to everything speak your name

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